In the dark swampland, a few heads of the Marsh Inkspewers popped out from pits.
Sherlock looked at the Marsh Inkspewers and the gamers who were searching in the marsh.
"Greetings, do you know where the home of the tribe chief is?"
A few gamers were asking the Marsh Inkspewers the same question.
The dazed Salted Fish gazed at the unrestrained gamers and Gnomes who were running around and searching in the Marsh Inkspewers' territory.
After the Goblins and Gnomes searched for half a day in vain, they cursed and started collecting the mud from the marsh.
A gamer who was standing close to Salted Fish said, "They're very poor. They don't even have a chest for us to ransack. Forget it, I'll get some mud to see if it's worth anything."
