Urs set down their giant bone and panted, looking around through their mop of brown fur. They had been standing there for quite some time under the “Trick or Treat” banner, directing Puppillars and Snailcats alike to the Adventurer’s Guild to complete quests. They guarded a large assortment of skull mask prizes. But as the day wore on, they were beginning to grow tired. Their stomach rumbled, and the crowd was thinning a bit as excited participants were di...
