Oliver spun slowly, walking in tiny circles as he wove his way through the endless ranks of cabinets, racks, and shelves stacked floor-to-ceiling all throughout the marble room he'd found himself in. He was slowly meandering his way back to the door when he noticed Jan get up and take off. Frowning, the Paladin, glanced around, knowing he wouldn't see anything. There were very few people with the privileges to make Jan get up and walk off, and he was pretty sure only one of them was still kicking around. He didn't get a chance to say anything, though, before her voice rang through the halls. 

"Of course I'm here." he replied, smiling weakly. "I'm down in the armoury. I'll be up in a second." he added with a sigh. As he reached the door, he gently scooped a massive greatsword off the wall, and slid it tenderly into its equally giant scabbard. The weapon was as tall as he was, and probably weighed at least half as much as he did. The warrior didn't bother to sling the behemoth over his shoulders, though, and instead he cradled it like a child all the way back to the throne room. When he got there, it was pretty well what he'd been expecting. Everyone left in the Guild was in the Throne Room, gathered together almost like someone was throwing a party. But the fact that they were all NPCs dampened the effect. It was all to obvious that this was closer to a wake than anything else.

Then he spotted his friend's avatar, right next to the throne. It was a spot she'd earned, he just wasn't sure why she wasn't sitting in it. "You're going to let me know if you find another game, right?" he knew it wouldn't be the same, but it was better than nothing. Their late-night sessions running around ganking hapless noobs had been fun, and he couldn't think of anyone else he'd rather tank for. He chuckled as that thought crossed his mind, and then he realized he'd been staring at Sanguine. He supposed it was hard to tell sometimes, if he was staring or not, so he hoped she hadn't noticed, and took a long glance around at everything they'd built. "I'm going to miss this place..." he muttered, but those weren't the words he'd been going for. He was going to miss the woman across from him. Her insistence on a vampire persona had been weird at first, but being a Paladin of Ockham, he got over it. Things had been weird while he levelled as a Cleric of Pelor, but once he started putting ranks into Rogue, the two of them had quickly developed into close friends. If she lived in the same country, he might have tried to track her down and take her for coffee or something, but as it was, he supposed this was it. Unless she emailed him with another game she wanted to conquer, he wasn't going to be seeing much, or really any, of the enchanting vampire.

"What should we do for our last half hour of shenanigans?" he asked, hoping she had an idea that could pull him back from the brink of tears. He was more upset than he liked to admit that the game was shutting down on him. It felt like a personal affront to him, and not just a smart economical decision...