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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=tan][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Laughing Worg Tavern, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria[/right][/sub][/color]
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[color=tan]“I think you should start small if you want to figure out this plan of yours while we collect more information.”[/color] Sif commented as Benkei made his proposition.

His doubts on the survivors of Mystic Prophecy helping actively made a modicum of sense to her. As for her brother, she knew that he wouldn’t be a problem even if it was clear to her that Siegfried didn’t particularly like Benkei. Their relationship was built on miscommunication and masculinity when Pariah was operating like a normal game. But things had changed. Given his crush on Kalie, though, she figured her brother would stomach however annoying he felt Benkei was. She smiled kindly as her eyes stayed focused on Benkei.

[color=tan]“Mathematically, our survival rate increases exponentially with group size. So your first step is to build a coalition between people you already know and when you’ve organized that coalition start pooling information and data. You can worry about pooling real-world skills when you’ve got a group on the same page for a decent length of time. The questions I would be asking right now wouldn’t be about if we have chemists or physicists in our mold, but what we’ve got in-world. How much gold do we have in Thorinn that we can withdraw? How long will that last with us needing to eat, bathe, and tend to our equipment? How are you going to react? Things like that.”[/color]

[color=#DD9C00]“Augh, you’re such a motormouth. What the hell are you two dweebs talking about?”[/color]

[i]Speaking of the devil.[/i] 

Sif’s eyes moved to her brother in his casual wear as he plopped on a chair at the table, his hair scattered. He had not even cleaned himself up. Just right out of bed to the tavern. Classy. She almost giggled.

[color=#DD9C00]“And what the hell—”[/color] He paused as he noticed the scene at the bar between Kalie, Alja, and Rael. His posture immediately changed. [color=#DD9C00]“—Give me a second.”[/color]

It was here that she noticed her brother drowsily march over to the bar counter without even considering how out of it he looked. Rael moved to a stairwell but he got in her way and started yelling at her. In a few moments it appeared two bar matron’s pulled him off. She sighed. Uniting this group was going to be difficult.
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[color=gray][sub][right][color=DD9C00][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Laughing Worg Tavern, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria[/right][/sub][/color]
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[b][color=#DD9C00]“Who the hell do you think you are?! Hey! Get off of me!”[/color][/b]

The red-headed girl shook her head as she made her way up the stairs as Siegfried found his arm contorting backward. [i]Pain.[/i] He gritted his teeth in pain as he was pulled back. Since when could NPCs put their hands on players? Was this another facet of the glitch?

One of the [url=https://i.redd.it/tf04w3pnnk951.jpg]denizens[/url] looked at him with an icy look in her eye and a bone-chilling smile.

[color=169B93]“If you do not calm down you will be removed from the premises. I cannot account for any broken bones. Will you relent?”[/color]

Siegfried grumbled. He had his pride, but something funny was going on and he was not awake enough for all or any of this. He looked closely at her, the maid outfit was identical to the rest of the serving staff. ‘Matrons’ Sif had called them, though he always got them mixed up with ‘Maids’. What the hell was a matron?

He looked back at Rael as she moved to the second floor and then back at the matron. 

[color=#DD9C00]“Yeah. I won’t be a problem.”[/color]

[color=169B93]“Good! I am happy to hear that. I am most sorry about your arm, but you wayfarers are supposed to be strong. Maybe you can walk it off.”[/color]

Siegfried sighed as she released his arm and the other matron moved to the stairs to make sure he wasn’t lying. It made sense... logically speaking, but the orange-haired wayfarer was not sure how to take it all. With that behind him he moved away from the two matrons cautiously and toward the bar where Kalie sat in tears while Alja got a lecture from another denizen. ‘Least I’m not the only one’ He thought. 

His look of apprehension dropped as he pressed his hands down on the seat left of the blonde-haired assassin.

[color=#DD9C00]“Hey. You okay? Don’t let anything she said get into your head.”[/color]

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