Brielle blinked as the morning sunlight filtered through the window shutters. She shot upright, disoriented, forgetting for a moment where she was. She quickly looked around the room then saw her staff and sighed. Everything that had happened the day before came flooding back to her. She exhaled running her hand through her hair. She had half wished that she would wake up in her own room in the real world. No such luck. She shook her head. 

"Oh well, on with the day." She got up and walked to a wash basin with a mirror hanging above it. She washed her face and pulled her vibrant red hair back into a braid. She paused for a moment studying her too perfect character features in the mirror. She blinked at her large green eyes, her soft blush lips and her flawless skin. She couldn't help but appreciate the beauty this world afforded to her. She picked up her staff in one hand and walked out to the lobby. An NPC stopped her to deliver a message. From this message she learned that West had already left so she quickly headed out the door. 

She kept glancing over her shoulder as she walked down the street. She felt pity for the players that were begging in the street but she tried to ignore them. She couldn't afford to worry about them. She had to focus on West and the plan. She was interrupted in front of an alley where a boy about her age stood in her path. "Hey you have any coins to spare?" He asked holding out his hand. She shook her head and quickly stepped around him, "Sorry, excuse me." He caught her arm jerking her back, "Hey come on! Just a few coins. We all gotta look out for each other." She glanced around not wanting to make a scene then glared at the punk, "I said no." She brought her staff down on his foot, hard, causing him to release her with a yelp. 

She took off down the street and almost ran past where West was sitting. She skidded to a stop and walked over to him. "Hey!" She said with a cheerful smile, "Sleep well? Ready to get started? We should probat head out." She rambled glancing in the direction she had come from, gripping her staff with one hand.