[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190517/153fbd3385aa0815646a01a89d0278fd.png[/img][/center][hr][right][color=white][b]Laughing Worg Tavern[/b][/color]
[color=gray]City of Thorinn[/color][/right][hr][indent]She wanted to go home.

It had been a week since the players, or wayfarers as some called them, were notified that dying in-game would cause you to go brain dead in the real world. These men and women had simply wanted to play a game for fun, but now they could die for [i]real[/i]? Eaudenil had wanted to be like her father, but she was afraid. Afraid of dying–of death. She wasn't the hero her father was; no, Eaduenil, or rather, Lili, was just a kid. A kid trapped against their will in a death game. It simply wasn't fair.

Raising her head from the tavern counter, Eaudenil took a swig of the warm glass of milk she had ordered. Virtual milk could never truly compare to the real thing, but at least it brought her comfort. It reminded Eaudenil of simpler days; of when her father gave her glass of warm milk just before bed. At least back then everyone was still alive.

Taking a deep breath, Eaudenil reached into her coin pouch, drawing a few coins to pay for her beverage. She still needed to find a new party, having been ditched by her previous group. With the recent developments happening, maybe it wasn't a bad decision to seek out others, too. Thankfully, today seemed to be her lucky day, as a red blur ran past Eaudenil before she could make her way outside. Whoever she was, the girl still appeared confident, contrary to everyone else Eaudenil had seen. She was like a blaze–someone who took charge, as if they were capable and understanding of the fact that they were forced to face reality.

She [i]needed[/i] to be in a party with her, but would the redheaded girl care to party with a weak-willed person like Eaudenil? There was only one way to find out.

[color=springgreen]"H-hey!"[/color] Eaudenil called out, following the girl down the packed streets of Thorinn. [color=springgreen]"Wait up!"[/color]

Before she realized it, however, Eaudenil had been tossed to the ground, having been grabbed by her shoulder. A daze befell Eaudenil, confused and at a loss. One moment, she was on her feet, and the next, on the ground, as if she had been pushed. When her gaze met her assailant's, it was met with hostility. Unknowingly, Eaudenil had been blocking the exit to the Wayfarer's Hall, but rather than squeezing past or saying excuse me, the man had desired to be an asshole.

Huffing, the man walked away after uttering a single word–move. Eaudenil was no stranger to rudeness, but it certainly hurt to be thrown on the ground. Cobblestone wasn't exactly soft like grass, after all.[/indent]