Still, Alistar was right. Dark-maned bobcats were very rare in this region, and nearly every part of their body had some sort of commercial use. While the female carcass was too charred to salvage, that of the male could likely fetch around four or five golden lucets.
Clicking his tongue, he said, "If you want to take it with us, you'll have to drag it back."
Looking at the male bobcat, which was the size of a small horse, Alistar gave his master a disapproving frown. "I'm afraid I'm too exhausted. Please, Master? We can split the rewards. I'm sure you can buy plenty of drunken evenings with the funds."
He smacked the boy again. "Do you enjoy being hit?"
Alistar laughed and then fell unconscious. The fight from before had depleted too much of his stamina, not to mention that the shock, adrenaline and fear that he'd surely felt would have left him even more exhausted once the instinctual feelings began to fade.
This kid, I swear…
