<div class="floatright">(http://i610.photobucket.com/albums/tt183/GhostwheelX/Misc/A06bw400b.jpg)</div>A sigh escaped Ren and she could feel her mask slipping at the sympathetic words. "You could say that," she answers, swirling the ale around. "Feels like the longest day in my entire life, even if it's only been a few hours since this... nightmare began." She look another sip from the mug. "The game is changing me. Us. All of us. In the real world I didn't even drink alcohol. Now look at me," she raises the mug slightly. Another sip passed her throat. "Why, what's your day been like?" she asked idly, not really interested in the answer, but grateful for someone to make conversation with that she didn't feel like she had to bully and guide in order to leave this damned world.<br/><br/>She turned her full attention to the man now, taking in his figure and demeanor. Her own armored form made her out to be a heavy warrior, probably a fighter or paladin to the eyes of the uninitiated, but his lack of it told just as much about him. From the cut of his pantaloons to the tattoo running across his well-formed body, and even the vest that clothed his strong-looking shoulders... probably an unarmed fighter of some kind? She wondered curiously how he had ended up in this world, what his story was, and what reasons he had chosen the monk class, if that was his actual class.<br/><br/>Everyone had their own reasons for picking their class. You always put a little bit of yourself into your character, regardless of what you looked like or how you ended up in game. She wasn't sure of her own reasons entirely, but was instead more interested in his. Did he disdain arms and armor to be self-sufficient? Had he wanted to be fast and agile, debilitating enemies with his sudden strikes? She remembered fighting a monk once in the beta, and his stunning fist had caused a reverberation deep inside her that had made her want to throw up and unable to connect her mind to her limbs. Or perhaps he wanted to subdue his enemies by pinning them and stopping their movements...<br/><br/>Still, she didn't ask that question yet, instead focusing on small-talk and listening to his voice. In fact, he might not even be a monk, for all she knew, but one of the spellcasting classes that needed no armor, their magics more than making up for their lack of skill in arms. The flame tattoo and theme for his clothing seemed to imply that was the case, but it was hard to know. Her mind continued to wander idly as she listened to his answer with only half of her attention.