[center][h2]Myrtle Bramblewood[/h2][/center]
[center][h3]Sen Rynta — Wellspring Park[/h3][/center]

“Out of the way! Out of the way, please! Hey, watch where your hand is going!"

Myrtle made her way through the crowd with some difficulty, owing to her small and thin stature. If she had to guess, there were about fifty adventurers or so there. Fifty PCs with the consciousness of their players. So whatever this was, it had to be really important. Perhaps it was the forming of a new guild, consisting of all the adventurers whose base were in Send Rynta. Yeah, that would be a great idea! Now that they all had been inexplicably put into this world as their characters, they really needed to stick together.

Only to find that it was an argument about a completely trivial thing.

[i]Seriously? They're talking about that?[/i]

She rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe this, especially the Titan woman. She had just experienced a transmigration to another world yet all she cared about was an NPC ogling her.

Should she intervene? Maybe she should. This was definitely a bad start for their relationship with the natives. And since they were stuck here with them, that really shouldn’t happen.

"He's right. You shouldn't have done that to him."

Myrtle walked up to the large woman and looked her right in the eyes. 

The woman was practically double her size, with her stomach being as tall as her. Not to mention her muscles as well. Her bicep was the size of her head. She could easily snap her like a twig.

And yet, she wasn’t afraid.

On her way here, she had accessed her status and inventory page. She was surprised they still worked but it could only mean that the logic of this world still followed the logic of the game. She could see her status as a max level weather mage. She could find her legendary staff unequipped, ready to be called upon whenever she needed it.

Now, she wasn’t a PvP savant or anything but she knew how her class functioned from top to bottom. She could execute her rotations and cast her spells even in the most dangerous situations. She might not be one of those weirdos either who would race to clear the newest, hardest content before anyone else but she had cleared every single one of said content, though it might take her months to do it. But she knew what she was — a competent player that could play both her combat class and her non combat class well. And so, even if she were to get into a fight, she was confident she could still remain victorious.

Not that they would get into a fight. The Titan woman couldn’t be that reckless, could she?

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, excuse you. You should’ve known better to attack that man. We have just been transported here yet you’re already causing trouble with the locals? Shame on you.” She shook her head in a sage-like manner. She then turned to the crowd and addressed them. “Hear me, adventurers of Sen Rynta. As a fellow adventurer like you all, and a resident of the city, I propose that we should be on our best behavior with the locals, or the NPCs as some of you call them. You see, they’re now unlike the programmed avatars that we encountered on our screens before we were transported here. They had gained intelligence and sapience of their own. And it would be beneficial for us that we cooperated with them instead of seeing them as merely vendors and questgivers.”

Whoa, that was quite the speech she just gave there. Still, someone had to do it, right? And she wasn’t the type that would just sit around, hoping others would do it for her.

She just hoped they would be receptive to her words.