Literally everyone was carrying meat by the time they reached Percvale. The sight was ridiculous: one Bogart, five rabbits, seven Cteedles.
The hunting party looked less like a group returning from training and more like merchants transporting an entire caravan's worth of food.
The moment they passed through the outer sections of the barony, people began noticing. Farmers working nearby were the first. One man straightened from his work and blinked, then blinked again.
"...By the gods."
His voice immediately drew the attention of others. Heads turned, people stopped what they were doing, and then the reactions began.
"Look at that!"
"How much meat is that?"
"Is that a Bogart?!"
"It is!"
"Seven Cteedles?!"
The excitement spread quickly. Citizens left workshops and homes to stare as the hunting party passed. Children pointed, adults laughed in disbelief, and even elderly men standing outside their homes looked impressed.
