L85.加斯洛讚歌之一

"Pleased to meet you, adventurer."

"My name is Gilkate, and I am the finest traveling bard in Kaslow." He bowed with a flourish.

"The war's heating up. Rumor has it the murderous Beastmen soldiers carry rough Beastman coins in the money pouch around their waists. I guess it's like a fanny pack, but if you call it that, they'll definitely rip your head off."

"If I can feel the rough texture of these unique metal coins with my own hands, I know it will inspire me to write an outstanding epic!"

"Please risk your life defeating Beastmen and stealing their coins so I can write a poem! I guess it sounds bad when I put it that way..."

"Ah, the sound of the coins rubbing against one another..."
Gilkate was lost in his own world.

"If I can touch these precious coins with my bare hand, I'll be inspired beyond belief!"

"Is this a fabled Beastman coin? The metal feels icy cold, even on a humid day." Gilkate's eyes gleamed.

"Blood red ridges carried on green shoulders, golden coins in the embrace of fallen enemies; my axe slices sharper than the screams that echo through the bitter chill..." he began reciting, as though in a trance.