IC: Haunt spat some blood to the side as he reholstered Fury and walked into the safe zone of the town, a cut on his cheek bleeding, the red liquid running down into the corner of his mouth.
One of those beasts had blindsided him. They were smarter. Much smarter than floor 1 enemies. His PM notifier started to blink, and he sighed as he read both new messages.
Maybe it was time to join a group for real.
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Haunt looked up from where he was sitting in the inn as Raven finished his first statement, a few drops of blood still lingering over the slice in his cheek. "I'm perfectly willing to kill. This isn't a game. We aren't just characters, and PKing isn't just bad etiquette. They're actually trying to murder us, and I'm going to defend myself, even if it means ending them."
He smirked, then winced in pain as the cut reopened a little. "Your guild sounds like my kinda place."