Zen walked around the town cautiously. Even if there were a high number of people around, Player Killers - or PKers - were still a threat, a threat that would mean the end of Zen's life if he ever met a group such as that. Zen walked around the people as he made his way around, careful as to not bump into people, but it was inevitable to bump into people, most if not all of them stopping and saying "Sorry" before walking off, but Zen paid no attention to their apologies, his mind was transfixed on something else, some highly important detail. 

"Ze'...en'...nan..." Zen said carefully as he suddenly stopped to look up into the sky. "Ze'en'nan..." "Ze'en'nan" was Zen's character's IGN, his full one, and looking back towards the character creation, Zen himself had no idea why he had chosen the name. It was too long and it was likely hard to be pronounced, yet why did he choose it? Zen pondered on this question until he looked out of the corner of his eye, only to see that NPCs and players were walking around Zen, giving him a solid two feet circle of open space since he stood there for quite some time. Zen began to feel flustered and quickly began to walk away, unknowingly entering the Cloudhaven Market District to come across a performance by what seemed to be a Harlequin. 

Zen walked over to the crowd which surrounded the entertainer, their eyes fixated on him. Zen meshed with the crowd until he found a suitable spot next to someone with a hooded cloak on, although it was kept back. Thoughts began to fill Zen's head as he looked towards the Harlequin, not of the Harlequin, but of the person who he was standing next to. Could it be she was a PKer? Zen turned his head slightly to look at the person, looking at her with the corner of his eye. She was smiling due to the Harlequin. She didn't look harmful, didn't look like she was stupid enough to commit murder in broad daylight. 

Zen calmed down as realized there was no way for the person he was standing next too could be a PKer and began to watch the Harlequin, but something bugged him, something that just wouldn't shut its mouth time after time. Zen quickly opened up the menu, going to the character statistics before eagerly scanning through it, only to be disappointed once more at the words of "Warrior," and while it didn't translate onto Zen's face since all he had on was a blank expression, Zen was disappointed. Just when was he going to get his special class? Of course, the system would tell Zen when, and all of this mindless checking wouldn't help Zen in the least bit, but Zen needed that class and he needed it now.