Venice winced a bit as the blond woman tried to shoot down her idea, and vehemently shook her head, chestnut-colored hair swinging about her shoulders.<br/><br/><strong>"You don't understand. People . . well . . mob mentality is a thing, and god only knows what some of the crazier or desperate players might due."</strong>Wait, fear probably wasn't going to work. Scratch that, go for greed and pride.<strong>"Besides, if we stay here all the good early quests are going to get taken, and the hunting grounds are going to be overhunted. We'll be at a huge level defecit compared to the smart players who went on to grab the better quests immediately. If that happens it'll be even more dangerous for us in this game. Listen, I was a beta player. I admit that I wasn't very good at the whole fighting thing, but I normally play support classes and merchants in mmorpgs anyways. I spent most of the beta gathering information on quests and mob drops and the like, so believe me when I say it's really important that we move on before the other thousand beta players take all the good stuff. It's a little dicey, but I can probably lead you guys to the next town with only having to fight a few wolves. They're tougher than those pigs, but you two look tough enough that you can handle it. With my help, of course. My name is Venice by the way."</strong><br/><br/>Just gotta keep talking, convince them that you know exactly what you're talking about. Venice was a natural born leader, a princess amongst commoners, damn it. She wasn't gonna let a little fear keep her from grabbing allies to protect her, and if she helped them out early with good advice, they'd have no choice but to stick with her right?