It was festive. So much...activity. Liliz had lived in a 'busy' city before, but people rarely ventured out on the streets. In a world where cars were the norm and no one had the time to walk on their own two feet, she had never seen more that five others on the streets at once. Compared to that, the 'small' town of Windswept Oasis, which she assumed was to have the image of an idyllic, countryside town, was much more active, an uncountable amount of players and NPCs milling about, as the players tried to figure out where they should go to get their quests and the NPCs seemed to be busy doing other stuff.

[center]Heck, now that she thought about it, the white-haired girl couldn't even tell players and NPCs apart, with the only indication being the fact that players wore rags and NPCs wore normal clothes. It looked as if the town was being invaded by job-seeking hobos, actually, an image that the young girl found amusing. Smiling to herself as she wandered through town, with more of the attitude of a tourist sightseeing than an adventurer looking for easy money, she tried a couple of odd hand signals, wondering whether they would do anything. They didn't and after a few more failed attempts, she realized that it was better for her just to use her HUD. Pressing the 'scroll' button that was right below her HP and Ki bars, her mouth opened in a small 'ah' as a window came up, a light blue circular message box with an arrow in the center. Was that supposed to be herself? Using one hand to press 'down' on the message box and keep it in place, Liliz then turned around the rest of her body and smiled slightly as the 'direction' that the arrow pointed also went that way.

Yep, that was her.

Amongst the others around her, Liliz could see that she was apparently the only person thus far that had stumbled upon the map function. It seemed like it was something that had to be done manually though, mapping out the world by themselves. Seemed a bit tedious, but it was also a dash of realism that she enjoyed. Placing her index finger on the screen, onto the 'arrow' that was herself, Liliz took in a deep breath, and began to walk, tracing the path of one of the main, cobblestone roads of Windswept Oasis, marking down any notable locations as she passed by them.

A blacksmith woman that was swamped by male adventurers giving her nails, hammers, and iron ingots.

A bearded potter who was unintentionally scaring a little Nobelle girl.

A mapseller who seemed to be making a profit...selling physical, scrolled up maps.

An inn that seemed more high scale than most other buildings, bearing the name of 'Watercolor Paradise'.

A small food stall that was selling discount meat ball skewers.

A whole avenue that seemed to be filled with makeshift stalls, merchants laying their vanity items on richly embroidered carpets.

It was only ten, maybe fifteen minutes at best, but she had already marked out quite a few interesting areas, and even went as far as to mark out 'openings' to other major streets, remembers for her to explore later. Who knew that mapping out a town, of all things, would be so much fun? There was truly a sense of 'exploration', of seeing new faces, of watching professions at work that were obslete in the real world. And through her exploration, Liliz had come to the conclusion that the 'beginner' quest was that of a delivery quest, most likely to just have people walk around and get used to doing so. There were a few players who were travelling in fancy mounts such as cash shop cars and ostriches, but the density of other players made such things rather undesirable.

She grinned as one particularly stubborn player was trying to urge his beast-mount to just bulldoze other players over, but either it was part of AI programming or some outside law, but the mount refused to run the other hobos over.

But, back to the problem at hand, that of actually getting some questing done.

Oh, wait, that was easy. She just had to latch on to another player, and join their party to leech off their own quest completion! And the last place that she had observed as a 'quest completion' area was the Blacksmith Lady. Referring to her handy-dandy map with a cocky smirk, pleased that her work had already reaped her some benefits, Liliz adopted her usual running posture once more, and ducked and wove through the crowd, cutting towards the blacksmith's shop.

It took her no time to find a player who was also making a rather obvious move towards the smithery. Running in front of a raggedly dressed player with weird, dark-blue hair (even though she wasn't one to talk with her white hair), Liliz said with a refreshing grin and an extended hand, [b]“Hey there! You're a player, right? I'm Liliz! Let's party up for questing! What's your name?"[/b][/center]