Hog was poisoned.
A terribly virulent poison that would kill him within seven days without the antidote.
He thought he'd be so upset that he'd cry when he heard the bad news but, in reality, Hog found himself remarkably calm, perhaps because he had long anticipated that it wouldn't be so easy to obtain such a high-level Psychic Item.
No pain, no gain...
Wait, was he spending too much time with those warriors?
This was clearly not the traditional thinking of the Wolf People! Table flip!
"Don't worry, it's just a Vampire's Heart."
Morphy reminded him in his mind,
"It's not that rare. To get those Festival wands that can turn into an army in an instant, my warriors would tie up a living Vampire for you, not to mention just their hearts.
And I have a suggestion, Hog, look, you're poisoned if you take one and you're still poisoned if you take ten. Since you're already poisoned,
why not take a few more from Lame Claw?
After all, you may not get another chance."
