Glade took the water gratefully.<br/><br/>"Thank you," he said, thanking Matthew, and wondering why he wasn't talking. "Hey, Matthew, why did Flint introduce you?" he questioned. Again, Glade's stomach grumbled. They still had to worry about hunger.<br/><br/>"Oh yeah, and about our hunger problem... I suggest we step into a cooking game for some food, it's bound to have some," inquired Glade, gesturing to a cooking game portal. While waiting for their responses, Glade sat down and polished his staff. It was his most prized possession, the iron caps gleamed in the artificial light, and the wood of the staff was made from magical trees inside of Shadowcrest. He acquired the staff from a stranger who he passed by when he first started in the town of Limeguard. Cloaked in black, the figure nonchalantly handed Glade the staff and told him it would be useful to him someday. Level 65 was required to wield it, so he quested and slew monsters left and right, till one day he reached level 65. On that day, Glade felt as if he had accomplished something amazing, which he did. Right away, he equipped the staff and it just felt right in his grip. As the stranger had said, the staff was very useful to Glade. To respect the cloaked man, he took care of the staff almost on a daily basis. Polishing the wooden base, and shining the iron caps.