“Another monster hunt, huh?” Lector remarked, his voice laced with playful arrogance. “You’d think you’d have enough of these by now, considering you’ve already hunted a nearly every type of beast in the world. What’s next? A pet rock?”
Rhea rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Estúpido. You know I’m always up for a challenge. Besides, it’s not just about the hunt; it’s about the thrill of it all, plus it's like training.” She glanced down at the notice pinned to the inn's wooden wall. “This time, it’s a manticore. Sounds like a real beast, doesn’t it?”
Lector landed beside her, his ears perked with curiosity. “A manticore? Those things are no joke! With a lion's body, a human head, and a scorpion's tail—what’s not to love? But we need to be careful."
Rhea chuckled, remembering the chaos of their previous hunts. “Alright, alright. Just remember, no collateral damage. We can't play around for too long. We’ve got to keep things under control.”
“Of course! You do the fighting, and I’ll supervise from a safe distance.” Lector grinned, puffing out his chest in a mock display of bravery.