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[color=red]Health[/color]: 600
[color=slateblue]Mana[/color]: 450/650
[color=orange]Renn[/color]: 143 >> 137


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	Dubstepp and his friends returned to the Inn. He became relieved the boar quest resulted in a level up and a reasonable amount of Renn. The musician examined his inventory and found his wallet to have over 100 Renn. It was a lot promising than before we had less than 10 nickel coins. Dubstepp noticed his first level up granted him a few attribute and skill points. 

	Thinking to himself, he began adding the points on the menu screen. He tapped his chin as the process did become a bit difficult. Dubstepp realized he would have to reference future levels. Knowing his class is a trainer, he placed his skill points into intelligence and increased his mana bank. He slightly raised his health and strength to overcome other future tasks if it was called upon. 

	The skill points, on the other hand, became a giant mess. Dubstepp whined once he found himself in trouble. He added a new skill tree to his menu. The musician continued to spread his skill points through numerous branches. Fortunately, he did apply some points to his three strengths: cooking, music, and taming. [color=deepskyblue]"Anybody else have problems with this?"[/color] He muttered. 

	Dubstepp glanced up when he noticed other players enter the Inn. Even then, his group of comrades did arrive first. Dubstepp did not pay any mind to them before, but some of these individuals happened to come from the field too. It seemed everyone finished killing boars. It looked like everyone had the same idea. 

	Everyone became extremely friendly toward one and another. Dubstepp rubbed his chin and only reacted cautiously. Concerns did rise if all of these players decided to come together as a giant group. The trainer hoped his group would only consist of small numbers. A big crowd seemed more of a hassle than a benefit. Dubstepp listened to other people's conversations. He ordered a warm meal with a cold beverage—some fish and chips and a cold glass of water. 

	He heard mention of individuals talking about the first dungeon. Examining the people around him, he acknowledged the thought as far-fetched. All the players inside the Inn were novices like himself; no one could have been over level 3. Dubstepp did not play a lot of RPGs, but the few he did, party members tend to die if confronted by a boss at early levels. The chances of attacking a boss and defeating one at his current level were slim. He remembered that quality over quantity would be a major life lesson right now. 

	Dubstepp leaned over to his former group and whispered his plans to him. [color=deepskyblue]"Not sure how I feel about this whole "Suicide Squad" yet. I just got my life together."[/color] He took a pause before continuing.[color=deepskyblue]"I don't think I want to face a dungeon boss at level 2. I saw a mission about helping a guy guard a gate for a day. That sounds like easy experience points to me. I'll go and level up and be back in time before everyone else gets settled."[/color] 

	He smiled as his food came out. He picked up a crispy fry and placed it into his mouth. [color=deepskyblue]"You guys are welcomed to join me. Or stay here with these guys. Just 'bing me' if something starts developing?" 
	
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