[color=turquoise]Cinera was still unable to find any good weapons in this town, so she decided to simply buy a few health potions to keep with her for battles - they were going to become a scarce item in this town, very soon (considering the impending doom that came with letting your HP hit zero). With that being done, she began her hunt for food that she could bring back to the group. A local tavern had the cheapest (edible) bread, so she thought that she would just buy as much as she could and bring it back to the group. They didn't need to eat like kings, they just needed to survive... and everyone was probably running pretty low on funds, this early in the game. That was the only useful thing she had gotten out of being a beta-tester: She knew where all of the good hunting spots were.

The tavern was bleak and quiet, save for a couple people. Many of the players had yet to reach this town, and she doubted they would before morning, with it being so dark outside. As she walked into the tavern, Cinera took down her hood and shook out her long, bright orange hair. The NPC took the small pouch of coins she had and in return gave her 12 loaves of hot, fresh bread. That should be more than enough, right? So far, she had only seen maybe four or five people in the group... This much could last them a couple days. Cinera stashed half of it in her inventory to preserve it and carried the rest in a bag that the NPC had given her. She was so excited to be part of a group, already! It was a wonder that they has even accepted her. Well, even if only Sapphira had... It sounded like the rest of the group wouldn't mind! And they all looked like such strong people. She just needed to get back there and talk to them.

However, as she turned to leave in an excited rush, her foot caught on the edge of a floorboard, propelling her forward. She proceeded to land face-first next to a table where four people seemed to be seated, talking about something serious. But more important that possibly interrupting their conversation, the six loaves of bread she had carried were now scattered all over the floor around her. "Ow..." Cinera mumbled, sitting up and rubbing her aching nose. That fall had really hurt... And now the bread was ruined. Her eyes flickered around at the terrible scene around her before filling with tears.

[i]I'm doomed... What the hell was I even getting excited for? As soon as they find out how weak I am in this game, I'm going to be left on my own to die... I'd just get them all killed, even if I did stay. I'm going to die...[/i] A sense of doom and frustration with her own inability led to her doing the unthinkable: She began to cry. Just like a child, she sat on the floor of that inn and covered her face with her hands, allowing all of the frustration and fear and loneliness that she had been holding in to flow out in the form of salt water. She did not wail too loudly, but it was enough to draw attention from a few annoyed players sitting at the bar. Cinera knew how irrational and stupid it was to sit here and cry over spilled bread, but she just couldn't take it, anymore. She was already so sick of this damn game. [i]I just want to go home...[/i][/color]