The dark tavern was filled with the sound of laughing men, sweat and the strong smell of mead. The bitter sweet smell hit everyone's senses who entered the loud tavern that was known by its joyous name; The Jagged Bean.

"That fucking beast is 'ere, I saw it lurking in the foresline behind our barn. If we don't do something 'bout it, it'll eventually kill our livestock."

An older man with long, grey hair hissed as he raised the ale mug up to his cracked lips.

"aye, but haven't ye heard of what happened in Green Hill?"

A younger man asked, gaining the attention of the angry group of men.

"What? Don't shit your pants now boy, tell us!" someone shouted angrily, being fueled by the heavy liquor that thickened the anger in the air.

"The Green Hill men wanted to kill the beast as well, but the beast lured them into the forest and only a handful returned, they say no iron pierces the thick fur of it's skin." the man stuttered out, coiling into himself as he had unwillingly became the target of their anger.

"Bah! Greenies are know to be incapable of even catching their own cattle when on the run." one of the drunken men said, slamming his empty ale mug on the table.

" I say we take the matters into our own hands, my son trapped and killed a grizzly last spring, taking one of the Beasts down is nothing if we catch it." he continued, gaining nods of approval.

"I don't know, maybe we should call for a witcher-" the young man was booed immediately, making him flinch as he regretted even opening his mouth.

"Sissy! Calling for a money thieving freak if things get hard, shame!" numerous insults were thrown on his way for even suggesting something like that. The young man left the tavern, the old villagers already planning a way to hunt the beast down, betting on whose frontdoor would look the best with the beasts head hanged on the wall as a decoration.

The young man on the other hand hurried home to his grandfathers castle, it didn't matter what the villagers said, even if they called him stupid names and booed him in the face, he knew that these things had to be handled by proffessionals. And if he knew one thing, it was that the Magede village had no such professionals, but rather selfish peasants and men who tought that they could conquer the world with their self-made guns and fire.

So, Ronan Yves wrote a job offer to a certain witcher to help Magede with the Beast problem.