The dark of night fell over Green Bay village. Akiol waited a bit longer to let the potential slimes work. It wasn't until he overheard a group of players that Akiol finally took action.
His ears steadily picked up the players conversation:
"Remember, slimes are slippery. They're prone to flee if threatened, but if backed into a corner they'll try to disarm you by absorbing your weapons. Unless you hit their core, they can't die."
"How are we to harvest a core if we're supposed to damage it to kill the slime?"
"That's easy! Just yank it out when you find the right opportunity. You'll have to find a smaller slime to make this easy."
Akiol remembered the times where his core was removed and he winced. A bit of pity and a sense of duty suddenly fell upon him. Holding a hand towards the location of his core he sighed silently.
