“So when are you actually going to take me out on those little jobs of yours?” she asked, breaking the silence that had fallen as they were skinning and preparing the anfer, carefully separating the pelt from the flesh before beginning to work with the meat itself. It needed to be cleaned and salted before it could be safely packed and brought back home. There wasn’t much meat on an anfer between three griffons, but what it lacked in quantity, it made up for in taste and nutrition. They could easily get quite a few sovereigns for just a pound of this stuff, never mind the pelt and the bones. The nobles encouraged their population growth like nogriffon’s business. Sadly, that also meant most of them were found on private hunting grounds, so if you didn’t want to be caught for poaching, your best bet was getting somegriffon’s permission for hunting on their land. Either that or be really really quiet.