"Decided your next move yet, Hunter?"
Penn approached the Night Bear while he was drinking alone at the bar. Although this time, unlike everyone else in this crowded basement, there's not even a bit of alcohol in Dov's drink.
"Decision, eh? Sure I got many plans, but which one to pick? *Sigh* I'm not quite sure."
The Hunter poured his sugary drink straight into the portal before his mouth. He needed that rush to put his brain at work.
"Need Leyna to lend you a hand?" Chameleon offered.
"Probably yeah… she's a lot more dependable than our ancient Succubus." The two gents glanced at the ladies having the time of their life on the other side of the room, playing some type of demonic card game. "Aren't you worried about your granddaughter hanging with someone like me?"
"Someone like you?" Penn chuckled. "She carried worse influence toward you than the other way around."
