Slash anyone you see.
Mohe was clearly not joking with Doro. When she took out a magic item called the "Howling Pottery Jar" from her treasury, Doro could feel the wailing of souls within it.
"Is there any soul trapped inside this?"
Mohe picked up the jar and shook it twice: "No, they're just unformed souls; they've shattered just from me shaking it a bit. Now it'll be beneficial for those whom you trapped inside. It can somewhat strengthen their souls, granting them some talents."
"What?"
Is there really such a thing?
"Not the kind of talents you're imagining." Mohe explained, "It's more like, enhancing memory or sharpening senses, since you're putting a lot of people inside, aren't you?"
Her implication seemed to be that putting fewer people inside wouldn't be an issue.
"Why did you name it the Howling Pottery Jar?"
