Taming

"How are you planning to deal with that?"

Im Arin cautiously approached the harpy, looked down at it, and asked.

An ordinary monster would bare its teeth and growl like a stray dog if a player approached, but….

Shiver, shiver.

This harpy had gone into full coward mode.

That was a sign of high intelligence.

Think about it. Would an amoeba tremble in fear? Would a worm feel the terror of death, tremble, piss itself, and suffer from stress?

Even after another look, it was clearly quite intelligent. Its body alone didn't offer much distinction, though.

'That's why finding it gave me such a hard time.'

Anyway, as Im Arin had said, it was time to decide what to do with this fellow. Hmm, I stroked my chin...