Raven nods and starts down the path at a light jog even as more of the other players started drifting into the fields to work on gaining levels and push their way out of the game. "Let's hurry, people are starting to farm the boars again." He takes the lead, walking briskly while going over what Ryan had said in his mind. He knew he couldn't allow that. His armor wouldn't be the highest using light metal armor, but he was still, by all means, classified as a bruiser because he could take more punishment than a lancer or an assassin. [i]Speaking of class names, what would I be called?[/i]

This was definitely something he'd need to figure out. Perhaps a blade master? Sword master? He'd have to give it more thought later, maybe get some ideas from the other party members. "Hey, while I'm thinking about it, what if we started our own guild? Something like Undying Hope or some other inspiring name? I mean, we wouldn't have to get big, just be tight knit and trust each other with our lives." Even though he didn't say it, he could tell they all trusted each other to that point.