Returning from slaying boars, the first thing Alisea wanted was a bath.  It was bothersome; what kind of game developer would make hygiene a mechanic?  A perverted one who wanted to force girls to take baths inside the system, that's what kind.  There was absolutely no assurance that somebody wasn't watching a feed, or even recording it somewhere.  But the horrible feeling of dirt and grime was winning out against the potential for a peeper.  And when the innkeeper said it cost a mere nickel, the need to feel clean again won out.

When Alisea made it back to the inn's main room, a group of active players had gathered.  She ordered a shepherd's pie and slid into a seat at the table to join in the deliberation.  That there were more players already jumping into the fray was joyous news; and as she guessed at their classes based on their gear, Alisea was even more happy to see how much of a balance they could make.

If they stayed together, that is.  That was likely the real question behind Kajin's query:  can we move forward together, or is everyone going separate directions?

[color=ec008c]"We were the first to act, but we won't be the only ones,"[/color] Alisea corrected gently.  [color=ec008c]"I for one want to use what time is remaining tonight to search the city for NPC teachers.  As for tomorrow, I believe we'll need to move farther than wild boars.  Has anyone bought a map?  Ah, thank you.  So, here-"[/color]--Alisea pointed to the southeast corner of the floor--[color=ec008c]"is the flower garden for the runner quest.  Timid players are going to grab that in the hopes they can level without risking their lives.  The boars are [I]here,[/I] and I expect most players to go there to learn how to survive.  So I would propose we go [I]this[/I] way,"[/color] Alisea said, sliding her finger up to the rolling hills that lay west of the city.  [color=ec008c]"It's marked as a dungeon, and if we're in a group this size I believe we can clear this first dungeon.  Unless a new quest appears guiding us a different way, that's my suggestion."[/color]

Her piece spoken, Alisea sat back down to continue eating.  Admittedly, everything she had was guesswork; however, one thing she knew for certain was a single experience for each boar slain was inadequate.  No, it was laughable.  It lent a whole new meaning to the term 'grind.'  If the dungeon had monsters that gave more experience, even if they were stronger, that was where she needed to go.