Setting those odds and ends aside for now, the player went to see Gurranq yet again.
Gurranq was not asleep this time, perhaps because the player had already made it impossible for him to sleep. He sat cross-legged on the ground, his forepaws folded across his chest, displeasure written all over his face.
Gurranq: "I might as well give up sleeping! Some selfish bastard is utterly unreasonable!"
The player ignored the beast's complaints and selected [Offer fine wine].
The Tarnished handed Gurranq some "air," and Gurranq's nose twitched.
He leaned closer and sniffed. "Oh? From that brat Rykard?"
His eyes narrowed, and he sniffed again. "No, why is there also Marika..."
Gurranq's expression suddenly changed dramatically-though the player could not really make out his expression anyway. "Ah, I understand... You lot still haven't left this old dog alone!"
He abruptly stood up, the sackcloth slipping off him to reveal the form of a great black wolf.
Gurranq roared, crying out in despair: "Destined Death has already been taken! Godwyn took it a thousand years ago! Who sent you to find me this time? Does Marika still remember to boil me alive even in retirement? Was betraying me once not enough? Must there be more!"
The beast suddenly attacked, snatching a chunk of rubble off the ground and hurling it at the player. The stone whistled through the air and smashed into the ground, spraying fragments everywhere.
The player rolled out of the way.
Gurranq lunged, swinging his enormous claws. They sliced through the air with a shrill whistle.
But Gurranq only looked intimidating. In an actual fight, his movements proved slow and stiff, without even any erratic mix-ups. He had nothing going for him except his stats.
The player easily knocked him down to half health.
Soon, Gurranq lay panting