Of course, the reason Hulk was known as the Immovable Mountain was his undisputed professionalism.
Everyone who had ever teamed up with him admired his composure in a crisis and his ability to make the right call every time.
His wealth of adventuring experience was the team's most solid safeguard.
A name could be wrong, but a reputation never lied.
Just hearing the name Rotmouth conjured up a foul stench that made you queasy.
Hom lowered his voice. Even mentioning the name in this shadowy cave seemed to make him uneasy. "Rotmouth is an adventurer who often works around town. They say he's a warrior, and he doesn't have the best reputation."
"I heard that back in the day, he formed a party with several other capable adventurers. On a job that took them deep into the swamp, he was the only one who made it back alive. He said they'd run into a Hag."
Greck's brow twitched. "What's a Hag?"
Hom hunched his shoulders. "I've never seen one. I've just heard they live in the swamp, and everyone says they're terrifying monsters that can take on an entire party of adventurers."
"A Hag is a type of fey monster." The voice came from Mr. Hughes, who had been silent until now. His gaze swept over the group, but never once lingered on He Xi's wand. His tone was unusually grave.
"The swamp is certainly the sort of place they might appear. They possess far greater intelligence and cunning than ordinary people. They're skilled in curses, transformation, and brewing all sorts of bizarre potions. They enjoy toying with people's nature and desires, luring humans in with false promises. A typical Hag is powerful enough to wipe out a well-trained party of adventurers with ease."
At the words "wipe out a