A guide fairy? With a quick jerk of her head, Liliz looked behind her, trying to see if she had somehow sprouted wings during her trip from the top of the cliff to the village, but, alas, she had no butterfly wings, not even small ones. It seemed then, that, despite this 'Bishop's' rather normal appearance, he too was a gaming nerd, perhaps the type that enjoyed dabbling into a bit of roleplaying on the side. Then again, if she remembered correctly, roleplaying in this game WAS part of the whole immersion experience. Letting the older boy drag her off to the blacksmith that apparently was a quest objective, Liliz obeyed the 'Join Bishop's Party' prompt that popped up, and with that, allowed the leeching to begin. As her new party member talked to the blacksmith woman (who seemed to be swamped with nails at the moment), Liliz simply looked around again. She wasn't particularly interested in any of the backstory or lore of Threshold of Kakophonia. It was just the means to an end, after all. Who needs to know the name of some festival in some random town in order to level up? Liliz, after all, wanted to be the person who NAMED the towns.

A proper, master adventurer, exploring the depths of the unknown while fighting monsters never before seen. It was a wonderful fantasy, and for that end, she'll humor the quests for now.

Blinking back into the real world once more, as Bishop said some words she didn't catch, Liliz responded with a nod, before walking off in whatever direction, just slow enough so that she would be three steps behind him and appear like she knew where he was going, yet still letting him take the lead. Weaving through the crowd of other brown-colored players and slightly better dressed NPCs, the duo finally met with the next objective for that chain quest, a fattish looking man who had a backpack full of wares. A merchant, apparently. As she allowed her partner to handle the roleplaying again, Liliz brought out the map interface and marked that place off with a smile. Blacksmith, food stands, merchant, cheap inns, her map was slowly getting the essentials, and it felt sorta nice. Now she just needed to find the apothecary, and she'll have all the knowledge needed for her first few forays.

 Zoning out of the exposition race explanations that the white-haired girl had absolutely zero interest in, as she was pretty much certain that combat for humans would just be hitting things with hard objects until they fell over and died, Liliz was rather amused when the second quest completed in a similarly fast manner, and suddenly, with a pretty flash, she found a variety of weapons in her hands.

Weathered Bronze Sword: At least it isn't made of wood.
Antique Pistol: Better pray that it doesn't explode on your face.
Spear the Gugniry: Cheap imitation of an ancient badass vampire lance.
Chopping Axe: Because tools can be weapons too.
Rock Fists: Clench rocks while punching things, and your fists become harder!

Honestly, it was too much for one girl to carry, so she just said with a smile, [b]“Mr. Merchant, you can have all these things back. Thanks for the generous offerings, but I'll be fine with just one.”[/b]

And with that, she dumped everything onto the merchant's hands except for the Chopping Axe, before walking off. Thankfully, she had also mapped out all the known entrances and exits in the town, so getting to the fields to kill things would be easy. Or, at least, she was assuming that they were going to kill things, because why else would she suddenly get weapons?

Reading, for one, was not a favoured past time of Liliz.

[b]“So, Bishop, let's go hunting!”[/b]