Cairde took a moment to take in what was happening. First a new voice spoke, then there was a flash and she and Forest were transported into a locked bunker with a handful of other players. She grinned when the binary man spoke again. “Skill points, eh?” She whispered. Level up certainly sounded promising. Once the talking finished, Cairde (no stranger to disembodied voices, made up or imagined) smiled. “Hello Virus Lord. Thank you for the meet and greet party.”<br/><br/>She glanced at Forest, who stood in the corner glaring at people with his arms crossed. “What’s your problem?” She whispered, staring at the elf-friend’s face as if to understand.<br/><br/>“The mage is too flashy, you are too fickle. Does no one in this party have a sense of balance and grace? Or logic?”<br/><br/>“We were in a battlefield. There are worse places to be extreme at. Now stop glaring and pretend nice. Elves are supposed to be jolly and happy and help santa make presents.” She smiled, knowing that statement would only make Forest’s mood darker.<br/><br/>Then she turned to her fellow players. “As much as I love myself some mysterious incorporeal voices, I can make my side of this ‘gift’ easy. Someone else can have it. My five lives are more important to me than a present from this Virus Lord fellow.” Then she grinned and held out her hand to the group, whoever would take it. “I’m Cairde. Nice to meet you all in this fancy bunker where we aren’t getting shot at. Unfortunately, I don’t think the Virus Lord provided any cookies and milk or finger sandwiches and lemonade. So the party is a little dull.”