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[color=cyan]	Dubstepp turned his back on the crew of players. It might have come across as rude, but he truly wanted to learn about the alcohol in the game. The trainer kept his ears perked as he listened in on their conversation while he paid attention to the bartender. Dubstepp fixed his eyes on him as he prepared a drink; putting a mug to one of the barrels behind him, he pulled down the lever and pumped out a nice, refreshing beer. 

Sliding the mug over to Dubstepp, he held his hand out for his payment. [color=orange]“That will be five Renn, please.”[/color] His hand remained out as Dubstepp stared at the mug. He watched the suds begin to settle; his hand grasped onto the handle and felt the coldness from the outside of the container. Dubstepp could not imagine why the alcohol would be so expensive. 

[color=deepskyblue]“Keep it,”[/color] he pushed the mug away from him and denied the drink. Given that he had less than ten Renn, he was not sure if he should purchase something recreational. Dubstepp then swiveled around in the chair he was sitting to give the group his full attention. The player cocked an eyebrow when she asked for his class. [color=deepskyblue]“Yeah, I am considered a mage,”[/color] he responded. Dubstepped nodded in agreement; his opinion stood that trainers are considered a mage summoner, but she didn’t need to know that. She probably would have disagreed. 

Dubstepp listened to the woman speak. He gritted his teeth and sucked air through them. The situation remained definite and no other option became available. The most logical solution meant playing the game and defeating it in its entirety. What else could he do? Dubstepp then held a finger up to the bartender. 

[color=deepskyblue]“Actually, I’ll be buying a drink now. I changed my mind,”[/color] Dubstepp bellowed. He took his time responding to the woman. [color=deepskyblue]“I was meaning to find the highest cliff and jump off of it after this drink, but your inspiring words have brought motivation to my life.[/color]” Dubstepp’s voice did have a sense of sarcasm and he even attempted to wipe a fake tear. 

He accepted the party invitation after letting it settle for so long. A tiny ding rang as he pressed his finger on the “Yes” button. Dubstepp noticed the bartender placed the same mug of beer from before on the counter. [color=deepskyblue]“No, not the same beer. Are you crazy? It’s warmed up now. A fresh cup, dude.” [/color]

Dubstepp might have noticed some attitude from the NPC as he poured out the drink and began refilling the mug. [color=deepskyblue]“Okay, so one healer, one lancer, and two mages…”[/color] Dubstepp’s voice trailed off. [color=deepskyblue]“I don’t think we are missing a class in particular,”[/color] he took a few seconds and started thinking of battle strategies in his mind. The summon he brought with him could tank up the damage given most of the first level enemies would be easy pickings. 

Dubstepp fished into his pockets for five coins. He dropped them on the counter when he received the mug a third time. Taking a few swigs, he let out a nice sigh. [color=deepskyblue]“Wow, that’s actually not bad for what I thought it was,” [/color]Dubstepp said to no one particular. [color=deepskyblue]“Well, this isn't my first RPG. Thinking back to my skills, I can cook for us if our healer does end up losing his mana at some point.” [/color]

[color=deepskyblue]“Name’s Dubstepp, by the way. But for cordial purposes, you can call me Dub, or any other fitting nickname.”[/color] He then took another swig.[/color]





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