"I can tank and buff." Retorted Styker, holding up a batch of cards with pictures of golem on them. "Armored Chassis, Heavy Ironclad Knight, field repair and guard stance buffs. My golems can tank the hits. And if this respawning thing is true, then it means we can just keep hitting and hitting the PVP'ers until they grow bored or leave to find easier pickings. Callous, but evidently death has little meaning to us here."

He was a little shocked by what he was saying, but he felt it had to be said. It was like Eve Online and the capsuleers, and the real implications of deathless immortal beings on a world. If the line between the game and reality was blurred here, such concepts had to be accepted. Maybe he'd write a paper on it here if he had nothing else to do.

"The big thing is, we need to act before they get complacent and set in their place." Styker finished before pocketing the remainder of the meal in his inventory and shifting around through the rest of his assorted decks for a ideal PVP loadout of ironclads and valkyries. All the while, glancing about at the Landers in the tavern. He wasn't certain what to make of the bar waitress's staring at him. Where his lion- ears making him stand out that much amongst the werecats? Or something else if these former NPC's were coming to life.