The one-eared werewolf leader paced over to the cart, flaring his nostrils as he sniffed the cargo box, then bared a row of sharp, white fangs.
"What's inside here?"
he asked.
"Dragon, dragon blood........" The apprentice's words were cut off by Nick: "Chicken Blood Stone, just some cheap Chicken Blood Stones."
The werewolf ignored him, slashed with a claw, and the lock on the box snapped open.
As the lid was lifted, the box was filled with red Chicken Blood Stones exposed to the sunlight. The colors were indeed bright and vivid, but there was no magic power emanating from them, purely worthless goods without any value to the monster races in the wild.
"Any black oil, Magic Energy Stones!"
The one-eared werewolf asked in a deep voice, his eyes gleaming with malice.
