Name: Vincent<br/>Location: Aincrad 1st floor unknown tavern (Then Aincrad 4th floor)<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Vincent was arching his back to the wall from his seat as he let the last drop of ale find his lips. Slamming the empty tankard to the table he signaled the barkeep for another. A quick glance at the room made him notice just how busy they were and to a greater extent just how empty the tables surrounding him were. He thought to himself. Am I really that bad? That's when he notice the table closest, with people. Half were blatantly staring and whispering, the other half were peeking when they thought he couldn't see. Rising to his feet while gripping his sword he roared. "The hell are you looking at?!?" One of the patrons fell out of his seat another did a spit take as Vincent let out a growl. *Splash* Vincent new that noise, that horrible noise, the noise which haunted his dreams, the sound of waisted ale. His attention moved to the counter where the barkeeper was pouring out his tankard. Frozen in terror and rage Vincent's knees buckled and he fell back to his chair. All the players in the tavern let out a loud sigh of relief in unison. Vincent though his empty tankard across the room shattering it against the wall opposite him and silencing the room. Averting his eyes from the bar and resting his head he began sulking against his forearm. Trying desperately to ignore the goosebumps, the hairs standing on end, the shiver running down his back as the barkeep stared daggers at him. What kind of soulless harpy would take ale hostage. This couldn't be a normal NPC, she had to be some kind of moderator, AI, or Hacker. Regardless of what it could be, he was obligated to challenge her deception with everything he had, that way she would be forced to expose her true power. *Slam* A new tankard was planted in front of him. The fuck was this!? Who does she think she is?!? Does she really think I can be distracted and pacified so easily!?!? MmmMmm!.. Mmmm.... Vincent sat angrily mumbling and thinking to himself as he guarded and sipped from his new tankard. After finishing off his drink Vincent headed outside, the sun was bright but didn't hurt his eyes as they adjusted. He stretched unnecessarily but it was a habit he performed after lengthy sittings and he was in no hurry to correct it. A sign hanging overhead caught his attention and instigated large amount of confused blinking. "Molly's player run pub" Such a plausible explanation for the NPCs actions was impossible, he was now sure the cause was a rogue AI using aberrant NPC to control and manipulate the player population. He had to act! He had to save everyone! He was there only hope!... And he was gonna.. In a bit... If he was up that late.... Maybe. Continuing down the cobblestone road Vincent started making his way to the towns warp gate. As he trotted along a group of salamanders rounded a corner and started walking in front of him. They were complaining to each other about some smith on the fourth floor while Vincent was content with eavesdropping he was in no way content with letting them escape without a scuffle. Drawing his blade he hollered loud. "Prepare yourselves!!!" ........ He found himself yelling at a warp gate. They had left without so much as a glance at him and now he looked pretty damn stupid with every merchant and player in the area watching him. "Take a fucking picture!!" Sheathing his sword after the crowd averted there rubbernecking Vincent activated the gate. Arriving at the fourth floor Vincent surveyed the area for any sign of mayhem, hoping there was a chance to get involved.