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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][right][sub]The Laughing Worg Tavern, Thorinn[/sub][/right][/color][hr]
Rael had never seen someone die in such a graphic way in her life.

It was like if the glitch that was effecting their inability to log out was also messing with the game’s filter; the censor designed to diminish the graphic reality of death. Rael had betrayed people before for what she was after in other dungeons, sure, but she had never sat down beside them as they choked on their own blood while she was there next to them holding their hand cursing herself that they were out of healing spells. She may not have been afraid of the reality of death, but the act of dying was one she was still not very used to. Though she knew she was going to have to deal with it. There was no choice. It was get used to it or lay down and admit defeat; and admitting defeat was not something that existed in the red-haired Japanese girl's mindset.

[color=#A84B5E]“What else is this... glitch... going to throw at us? What else has changed?”[/color] She mused, thinking over the realization of the filter as she had done the last seven days.

She took a light breath, as she tried to vent her anxiety with another cup of wine. Wine that was still on discount due to her party “succeeding” on destroying the dungeon that had spawned outside Thorinn. A discount and sense of thankfulness that some members of her group didn’t think was enough. Maybe it was survivor’s guilt? She wasn’t sure. She sighed. At least she made it out alive and was handling things a lot better than other players.

She looked over at the tavern’s occupants; nearly full of players who were having anxiety attacks about their fate despite it have been only a few days since the gamemasters reached out to them to tell them the old tired cliché; if they died in the game, they died for real. Parties were divided. People were debating on hiding in Thorinn until it got “fixed”. But it had been a full week with no updates and no announcements. Rael couldn’t even remember how many hours that was in the real world or if time even worked the same anymore. What if this was it? She took another drink. It could’ve been worse. 

[i]She could’ve been a coward like them.[/i]

Stepping up from her seat after a few moments of contemplation she straightened the red color of her longcoat as she shuffled her hands in her pockets; bored of her secret anxiety and bored of everyone else’s not-so-secret anxiety. 

[color=#A84B5E]“I need some air.”[/color] She remarked to nobody in particular.

She then gave a quick wave to the bartender as she made for the doorway, heading to the streets of Thorinn to get some fresh air and some distance away from everyone's incessant stupidity. However, no matter how far she got she knew one principle fact: the City of Thorinn was not going to have a shortage of people panicking about their fate. Hell, the only reason they weren’t looting the town dry was probably because the town gave them the false idea of safety.

Some wayfarers they all were.

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