<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/MFbua0P.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lindsay<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Notable Content:</strong>Important information<br/><br/>Four days had passed since everyone woke up in the strange new world. The reality had started to sink in, and what funds had been provided by the guildmaster was quickly dwindling. What they had been issued would last them a week and a half for food, after that, they’d be going hungry. it was a very real issue that had to be solved in one way or another. And by reciting the guildmaster’s words, the solution was simple.<br/><br/><strong>”Slaying monsters”</strong><br/><br/>Her voice chimed through the space of the fire pit of Old Bastion Keep. The moon had started to rise, a fire occupied the center to keep everyone warm while dinner was being served.<br/><br/>Yes, slaying monsters, that was just about the only thing they could do now. There were few jobs in the city that paid good enough money, and they were already associated with a guild, they couldn’t join another and rake the benefits of it without first having made up for the losses the adventurers guild had suffered from issuing them equipment and very basic training, as well as their starting funds. Not being affiliated with an appropriate guild meant getting less paid, having a tougher time finding work, and in general not having anything to lean back on in case things should go south. It was the bane of joining the adventurer’s guild that nobody had spoken off until they were all affiliated.<br/><br/>It was a tough call though. Being an adventurer was likely the most dangerous job that could be found within New Bastion Keep, because it forced the person in question to go outside.<br/><br/><strong>”We only have food for another week, after that, we’ll all be going hungry. I spoke with the guildmaster earlier, normally it takes a couple days before new “players” start to go green after their trips outside the walls, and it won’t be better if we go out hungry…”</strong><br/><br/>The words sat sour in her mouth, she wasn’t the least bit happy about it. She wasn’t happy to have to risk her life just to be able to eat.<br/><br/><strong>”We could stay here for about two more months for free, after that, we’ll have to start paying rent as well… I think the best course of action is to start grouping up and trying to earn some money outside. There was a map in the old guardman’s office that indicated where it was best to go, likely left behind by someone who came here before us. It’s fair to assume their situation was like ours, so the maps should provide a good idea of where we should go to learn the ropes”</strong><br/><br/>She hardly considered herself to be the one who should stand forth and speak for everyone. There were ones older than her, bigger than her, and those who honestly looked far more ready to go out and “adventure” than she was, standing there in the provided attire looking like she did. If it was up to her, she’d be wearing either a chef’s hat or a tailor’s apron by now, but she hardly had the rights to complain. She wouldn’t have taken up the leader role if it didn’t worry her that their funds were dwindling. They had to do something sooner or later, and this was their only option.<br/><br/><strong>”So… We should group up. The book from the bag suggests around five people per party, with at least one cleric in each group. I know we don’t know one another all that well yet, but let’s give it a go, alright? We can change around the groups if things don’t work out, we can make them bigger or smaller if we feel that’s for the best”</strong><br/><br/>She was acting far more awkward than she had hoped. It was never beneficial to show weakness towards strangers, but she couldn’t help it. She was essentially placing the king’s crown on her own head without asking anyone if it was alright. However, someone had to do it. An army with no leader was just a gathering after all. Though the title of “leader” wasn’t a title she was very keen on, someone had to take the reins, hopefully someone big and intimidating would back up her words to make the rest come along.<br/><br/><strong>”That’s all I had to say, sorry for interrupting everyone eating”</strong><br/><br/>With a sigh, she stepped forth and picked up her portion of the dinner. She had held off on the meal for the purpose of speaking, but her portion was luckily still there. A wooden bowl, some kind of stew, not smelling half bad honestly. It could probably do with some seasoning, but so had everything else they had been eating so far. It was good for what it was though, and she knew she’d best appreciate that. Tomorrow was going to be a big day, it would be an ill idea not to eat up, not that her apatite said she shouldn’t eat either. Hopefully, parties would form themselves, she hoped that it wouldn’t wait with a 50/50 of “players” with parties and “players” without parties, she hardly wanted to form the groups for people, it was a recipe for disaster. On that note, it was a concern for herself as well, she had to find herself a group too, it wasn’t like the reality was any less real for her just because she she spoke up.<br/>