The booth stood out like a beast among lambs—crafted from dark wood and draped in rugged brown and green fabrics, it exuded a wild, adventurous aura. Animal pelts hung neatly on the sides, with a lifelike model of a massive stag positioned beside a rack of ornately carved bows and hunting spears. Small glass jars held preserved herbs and rare monster claws, while a strong, smoky aroma wafted from a roasted meat skewer stand nearby, drawing curious students like moths to flame. A large banner overhead bore the image of a bow entwined with a beast's paw, the emblem of the club, fluttering proudly in the breeze.
Eric, walking beside him, followed his gaze and raised a brow.
"The Hunting Club, huh?" he mused.
