Character: Steve
Level: 1
Day/Time: Day Two; Noon
Location: Barrel Roll Pub
Tag: [@Crosswire][@DracoLunaris][@Guardian Angel Haruki]
Mention: NPCs

"Couches aren't a thing where I come from," Steve explained as they left the Barrel Roll. "If it's furniture, all we have are beds. We spend a lot of time mining, hunting, building, and crafting. Hell, even chairs are pretty new to us, and those are just a block of stairs." He would've continued but there was something on a cloud that was saying something. Shantae was the first to react.

Not long after, they were in the war room. Steve was watching from the back. He didn't know what anything was or where he'd be able to go. He waited until after the meeting, as others were volunteering or asking questions, before leaving with the bulk of the group.

Alone again, Steve began wandering the town until he found a shop with a rather familiar looking emblem, a wooden sword crossed with an iron pick. Shrugging, he went inside. He met the man behind the counter, another Crafter like Steve, who was willing to trade cobblestone for the wood and leather Steve needed. Upon exiting, he had 20 cobblestone blocks, 20 wood, and 24 leather. He was quick to build a crafting table in the middle of the street to begin crafting his armor, using all 24 pieces to create a helmet, chest plate, leggings, and boots. He then began crafting his weapons, a pair of wooden swords, and his tools, a pickaxe, a shovel, a hoe, and a handaxe. Once finished, he picked up his crafting table and continued walking around.

Getting closer to the evening, Steve found the fight club, to which he promptly signed up.