[center][color=#00B7EB][h2]Agaue Selinofoto[/h2][/color]
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5298252]Miura Yui[/url][/center]
[right]Location: [color=#C4AEAD]Sen Rynta - City Centre[/color]
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Once Myrtle's maid left to prepare ahead, both paladin and mage began a light stroll through the markets and the streets. They talked at length about everything, anything. Yui talked about her solitary, how she never settled in one place, was more of high-end mercenary for people who needed a tank or DPS. 
[color=#00B7EB]"I was never good at healing."[/color] Yui chuckled, recounting about the time a group nearly died multiple times because she would refuse to heal until critical moments. 
[color=#00B7EB]"What about you?[/color], she asked, curious about Myrtle's own experiences.

When Myrtle commented about great it was to live in a game, Yui mulled about it. From her perspective, it wasn't fear or panic that stops her from enjoying the moment, but it was the sense of duty and tingling that kept her alert. Yui looked around. Physically, it was hard to differentiate between player and NPC. Besides the odd behaviour, and unnecessary sayings that spewed out their mouths, players were now 'citizens'. Of Usira. Of this world residing their most beloved game. It would stir many emotions for a lot of people, but not Yui. The sense of duty and foreboding prevented her from relaxing, even as they were walking, Yui was constantly surveying their surroundings.

After a time, they would arrive in front of Myrtle's mansion... it was magnificent to say the least. It would have taken a while to get to this point, and Yui was impressed by Myrtle's own achievements.