[b]Floor 50[/b]

Standing amidst the front row of the strategising leader of the numerous guilds - both front liners and supporting craftsguilds - stood Thessalia, a thoughtful expression on her face as she took in the various points and counterpoints being thrown about between the others whilst remaining silent herself. Not having missed a single Boss Fight in the entire past year, she was, if not known, at least easily recognised among the frontliners; not only for her ceaseless dedication toward raising both her level and skills but also her continued status as an inreasingly rare solo player despite the ever increasing risk this carried - having turned down every single offer to join a guild, including the leading frontline groups.

Over the past months, Thessalia's equipment too had gone through several changes, even if its overall appearance remained the same. Her one-handed curved sword was longer and thinner than before whilst retaining its only slight curvate; its blade dark grey with a brown leather-wrapped grip. Her light metal armour had gone from rather basic leather overlaid with a few thin metal plates to a hardened black leather layer underneath numerous well-crafted and carefully arranged metal plates, a dull grey in colour, that offered good protection without weighing as much as an equivalent set of heavy metal armour. She still disliked the use of either helmets or shields - due to them restricting her field of vision and weighing her down too much, respectively.

Despite her by now well-known presence among the front liners, her friend list was barely any longer than it had been a year ago - owing to the fact that, excepting Boss Fights, the occasional surprise event or spontaneous team-ups in the face of PKers, she still avoided groups to this day. Of course, there were some people that she ran in to on enough occasions to at least remember their names - but by far and wide, she was essentially still the same reclusive solo player that she was a year ago. One difference, however, was clear in the way she carried herself - no longer hiding in the back lines, an entire year of constantly being on edge in this game of life and death had given her a wariness that she never dropped anymore, even as she gave an inaudible sigh at the current round of bickering between the heads of the two largest and foremost frontline guilds about who should take charge in the next Boss Fight.

Looking up and around, Thessalia recognised many of the faces about her - most were seasoned boss fighters and regulars the the front lines; fresh faces being a rarity to join these ranks nowadays. The occasional absence meanwhile generally only could mean one thing - another name added to the memorial back on Floor 1. Shaking her head to clear those thoughts, Thessalia focused her attention back at the strategy discussion at hand, her expression bordering boredom at the non-progress as she ran a hand through her long black hair before crossing her arms before her chest as she awaited the conclusion of today's strategy meeting.