The  adventurer responded to his gaze with a pointed look. "Eight silvers for both or I won't take it."

The peddler grumbled begrudgingly. His right leg--which was bent close to his chest--dropped down as he adjusted his seating atop the flat surfaced rock. "One gold, kid. I am not the one needing the potions here."

The blonde adventurer flashed a deep frown, transparent in showing his disdain towards the unfair offer.

"Carlos..." A weak voice behind him caused his brows to twitch. Turning his head behind him, he saw one of his teammates, a freckled boy with a haunting grey eyes and hair as blazing colour as the sun, trembled, as his bloodied and weak body was carried with two other teammates. His eyes almost lost its shine, and from his voice, Carlos could feel his energy slipping away.

A subtle sound of leather was heard when Carlos tightened his fist. Although heavy, he turned back to the peddler, who was now grinning from ear to ear.

"Alright, I'll take it-"

RUSTLE!

Carlos caught a movement in the bushes just behind the peddler. Before he could make sense of the movement, a silhouette emerged from the greens.

In that instant, the peddler and Carlos' entire party members froze on their spot. "I-" The peddler began to stutter. "It's a bear!"

The moment the peddler shouted those words, he quickly picked up his things and disappeared without a trace. Meanwhile, Carlos drew out his sword. He has been to many adventures, and seeing bears are common and normal for him.

But not this one.

The bear stood still. However, it's height that towers above them all was enough to strike fear in their hearts. Carlos told his team members to bring the injured boy with them and run away. But the injured boy insisted on them leaving him behind so they can escape.

All of a sudden, the bear began to move. One of the teammates, who is a hunter that relies on speed, quickly dashes on to try to pull Carlos away, so they can begin their escape.

All the members, including Carlos, strode away while leaving the injured boy, who was limping while pointing out a knife towards the bear.

The bear trudged closer, as if ignoring the threat coming from a mere knife. Engulfed in fear, the injured boy, shut his eyes tight, while tightly gripping on the knife, prepared to face his demise.

Suddenly, he felt a heavy splash of water on him, which caused him to literally tumble down after the effect. Opening his eyes, he blinked in confusion.

The bear is now gone, and for some reason...

"...Huh?" He slowly raised his hands into view. In a puzzled tone, he monologued, "My wounds, are all healed?"