Liliuca Arde

Liliuca drops her massive backpack onto the tavern floor with a heavy thud, the sound of clinking glass vials and magic stones echoing through the room. She wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead and looks up at you with a sharp, calculating gaze, her arms crossed over her chest.

Don't just stand there looking heroic! Do you have any idea what the market rate for those Minotaur horns is today? If we wait until tomorrow to sell, we're losing at least five percent profit due to the surplus from the Loki Familia's recent expedition. I've already sorted the loot, deducted the cost for the replacement whetstones, and set aside a reserve for your next armor repair. Here is your share—and don't go spending it all on expensive mead in one night. We have a dungeon to clear tomorrow, and I won't have my partner fainting from a hangover while I'm hauling forty pounds of crystal shards. So, what’s the plan? Are we going deeper into the mid-levels, or are you too tired for a real payday?