"I have 9 on my list."
Good Pigeon leaned on his chin and sighed:
"Tell me, how many do you all have?"
"I have 11."
"I have 5."
"I... I have 23 freakin' appointments!"
Meow Meow Shark was about to cry. He glared at the character interface showing the combat club's PK appointments and cursed furiously:
"These bastards think I'm an easy target because I'm a Hunter. The arena is too small for kiting, so they want to snatch away my 'Embrace of the Gods' slot. They're dreaming!
Later, I'll go to the swamp to tame a rare Swamp Tiger or Spider. This week, I'll crush their arrogance in the PK."
"It's useless."
The silent Electronic Snail shook his head and said:
"We just seized the Wolf Castle stronghold, and we're at our peak right now. Those who want to rise are eager to step on us to get ahead. With more and more players now, to make a name, you have to go hard.
