[All in all: Faeron quietly listened to the others discuss their plans, agreeing with mostly everyone. Yet, she had the same mixed feelings that Cash has about the guild ] 

The four had found their way into a town and then to the inn. Faeron shrugged, not very worried about the PvP maniacs. If any of them attacker her or her friends, she would make sure that they would regret it. She looked up at the darkening sky, the past events running through her mind. Everything had changed so quickly because of one fucked-up person. Suddenly, she wondered about the haunting words the person had last said. Beat the 100 levels or kill the player with the code. "Ah, I wonder who had the code," she said out loud, not really expecting anyone to answer. It was a terrible thought to think of; hundreds of people would be ought to kill you. And if you died in this game, you would die in the real world. 

"I'll take the first watch if we ever need to camp out," she offered. In a matter of moments, they reached the inn. "...I never imagined I would be sleeping [i]here[/i]," she muttered. Lavinia had expected to log off later, apologize to her brothers, yell at them some more, and then go to sleep in her bed in her home. Now? She would just have to get over it. This world was the real world now.