Cal stood in front of a nondescript warehouse surrounded on both sides by even larger warehouses. Then again, the whole town was like this, so it was nothing strange.He didn’t doubt where Bran had led him. After he detected the Masters in town, he had contained [Mana Sense] to avoid antagonizing them by accident. Still, the frequent use of the spell had made him sensitive enough to know there were weak beasts inside the warehouse before him.“The last three times I’ve been here, this is where they kept all the beasts. If you want to see anything else, we’lll have to ask someone.”Cal acknowledged Bran with a nod. “For now, let’s focus on the beasts.”Bran opened the door, allowing a wall of stink to slam into Cal. If he hadn’t been prepared for it from the faint scent that encompassed the whole town, he might have gagged in disgust.Cal ignored the livestock that was meant for slaughter, like fattened pigs and surprisingly meaty cows to focus on the draft beasts that he was interested in. Bran showed his worth by going into detail about each one.“These are domesticated giant boars.” Bran pointed at huge, formidable beasts covered in the course bristles, featuring powerful tasks and muscular frames. “A favorite of mine, but I think they’re more suited for wooded areas than the Northern Wastes.”Cal found himself in a stare down with one of the giant boars who refused to look away from him. It wanted to fight him, which was the opposite of domesticated.“They’re pretty common,” Bran said, motioning at horses that resembled the ones that Tavia had for her carriage. “The draft horses can pull heavy loads, but they’re not that suitable for farm work.” He moved on to the next pen and spoke much more favorably. “Out of all of them, oxen are what we should get, Apprentice Cal. Not only can they work tirelessly, (...)