Having said that, Hog rode away on his majestic Seat Wolf, swiftly disappearing into the great beast lair under the arching protection of Nash and a few elite hunters and Barbarian Soldiers.
Cheche and Good Pigeon were left behind, staring blankly at each other. Cheche complained,
"I was already baited hard by Sir Morphy, but now even the Jackals are baiting me? The NPCs in this game really do open one's eyes."
"But you have to admit, as straightforward and shallow as Hog's bait was, he drew it very well."
Good Pigeon squinted and said,
"That Festival Wand! That thing can definitely enhance our destruction power as Psychics. If Hog, that Jackal and Wolf rogue, could use it, then so can we, and we can use it even better.
If Hog's Clan really can sell these things in the future, then it won't just be hunters grinding for reputation here, Psychics will flock as well.
