Returning from a mission, Crypt enters the root town. His inventory was full, and he needed to sell his spoils if he wanted to make all the money he needed to keep his small guild going. So far it had only been him and a few others that rarely logged in. He hated that. He had hoped to make a successful guild but no one seemed to be interested in joining him. He sighed through his visor, wondering if he should take some time to relax out in the Adult-Only part of the game that they decided to add on to help attract more adult players. Then again...He needed to stay focus. Walking into town, he would pass by a few players that would just have logged in but said nothing to them. He went straight to the nearby shop and began to sell all of his excess loot...but didn't make much from it. How was he supposed to have a bank for everyone to share? Or at least everyone he trusted whom would actually take their required amount and use it wisely rather than emptying the entire thing and quitting the guild. He sighed. He had hoped one day his guild would become so powerful and grand that he would be granted an Area Card, where his guild would turn from a simple little house-like map into a custom map that he could design himself. "Fucking dammit..."