Elyan suspected he was in a game before he opened his eyes, a surprisingly difficult action.

He couldn't remember much of the night before, only that he had received his payment from a guild whom he didn't bother to remember the name of. Thinking a little harder, he remembered some kind of party, a fight, a bunch of drinks and multiple Kitsune girls, whom he couldn't remember were players or NPCs. Reaching to his hip, he was relieved to find that his inventory was still there. That was one upside for today.

All of this, he did in a moment, tall the while trying to push through the pain that went through his head as he did so, as well as a strange, sensible thought that kept making him wonder about his inventory, for some reason.  Then, before he could open his eyes and tidy the desk he had fallen asleep on and the weird thing on his hip... he heard something.

Birds. Singing. They didn't do that, not near his apartment. His windows were reinforced, and he rarely opened them. No one was let into his apartment, so they wouldn't have opened them. Someone might have broken in, but there would be no reason to open the window...thinking about this, Elyan wondered if the windows could even open.

He opened his eyes, and was greeted by the sight of a large tree looming over him. He appeared to have fallen asleep against it, after passing out the night before. His rear felt cold from sitting in mud, and he had the most horrible crick in his neck from...

The sleep? In game? He looked around some more and realized this was Emerald Odyssey alright. The same game he had planned to log off from before getting a drink or ten...uh oh.
He wasn't stupid, he knew what this kind of thing was. He had watched stuff like this.
He took a deep breath, and finally spoke a single sentence, making the only sensible comment someone could make on a situation like this.

[color=f26522]"Neat, i'm getting a harem."[/color]

Suddenly feeling in a much better mood, he heard something, sounding like people...talking. Picking up his spear and shaking the leaves out of his hair, he bounded up the tree, planting his rear on a branch. Not too far, he could see several people conversing. NPCs acting out a scripted event? Or other players in the same situation he was? Not bothering to announce himself, he stayed on the branch, eating an apple he had found, listening to their conversation.