Ghouls' Objective?!
Sprigfield town was as quiet as usual, a little too quiet perhaps. As soon as Jack entered it, a few NPCs recognized him.
"Hello, mister Big Boss from the tavern, haha! How about a giant frog skewer? Very fresh!" A street seller hollered.
"Oh, it's Big Boss! Please give my regards to that stingy old bastard for me!"
"Big Boss, my roasted boar dicks would be a perfect fit for the tavern!"
They playfully called him Bog Boss, for he had been ordering the Tavern Owner around while planning for the future. As far as they were concerned, he was a business adviser.
Well, he had used the opportunity to gather a LOT of information too. By now, he was pretty familiar with the inner workings of the city and renown.
As usual, paparazzi (spies) hung around in the shadows, watching his every move akin to soulless vampires. He had dealt with them so much recently that he now had a sneak skill.