[hider=Useless Backstory]Attania slowly walked about the city, trying to find some sort of refuge, trying to find some sort of place where he could be alone. He had no money to afford a room to himself, nor did he actually have anything in his inventory to sell. All he had was his armor -- which was in shoddy condition -- a broken Katana, and a dagger. 

His last purchase had cost him all of his coins when another player had somehow managed to con Attania into buying a rather crappy Katana which had a very low durability. As soon as his friend had heard of this, of course, they had all decided to go on a tangent of how the boy was, in their words, "so innocent that someone could probably take all of your candy... by asking you." Of course, after his friend was done teasing the poor boy, they went off to a shop and repaired all of his equipment before heading into a dungeon with a rather large group of players. With the large group, they went into the dungeon feeling safe -- feeling secure. They felt rather invincible, almost as if they couldn't be killed.

They were wrong.

Attania's friend -- his last friend -- had died in the dungeon, died protecting the boy when his Katana broke. There was no one else to blame [i]but[/i] Attania. When the dungeon was all done, while everyone cheered that they had made it out alive, Attania could do nothing but stare at everyone else with eyes of despair. Slowly, he departed from the group and made his way towards the city, in hopes of trying to find refuge, in hopes to find somewhere where he could sulk.

Eventually, he found a rather small alleyway to duck into. As he ventured into the alleyway, the sounds of the city began to die down, and as he looked both ways down the alleyway, he leaned against the wall, slowly sinking down before placing his hands on his face as these mysterious droplets of water began to crawl down his face.

"You lost a friend, huh?" A mysterious voice called out, causing Attania to lower his hands and turn his head to where the voice came from, only to find another player crouched down, staring at Attania with a rather friendly grin. Attania recognized him from the party that he had left. "I followed you when you left the party... you weren't cheering along with us, and seeing as how the other guy died..." The boy, which seemed to be around the same age as Attania, held out his hand, his grin somehow managing to grow wider. "My name is [i]Ghesh[/i]."

"Attania..." Attania said as he grabbed the hand and shook it.

"Would you like to come with me?" Ghesh asked, prompting Attania to wipe his tears away with his hand. "I have a guild... it's a bit small right now, but we're looking for more people... come with me and you won't be alone," Ghesh stood up, holding out his hand towards the boy once more, almost as if motioning for Attania to grab it. "Losing friends isn't very easy... it hurts, a lot! But, your friends wouldn't want you to... to be alone, would they?" Attania slowly shook his head, knowing what his friends would make him do right now if they were still here. 

"Then come with me and you won't be alone!"[/hider]
Attania meekly looked at the trade menu for a few seconds, almost as if he was hesitating, but punched the accept button swiftly after he had made his mind. Attania brought up his menu and quickly cycled through it before he found the bottle, which materialized in his hand. Attania brought the bottle to his lips and tilted his head upwards, taking a rather deep drink from the bottle before turning towards the next guild member and opening up a trade menu with them.

Normally, Attania didn't drink anything unless it was water -- including soda or juice -- but just this once, he made an exception. It was a drink, a drink towards Ghesh no less. A drink towards a friend of his who, while he had no idea how much he meant to his other guild members, meant a lot to him.