Cough.
"Selene, I'm going to be leaving on a trip for a few weeks, do you think you can manage the place?"
"We can't come with you?"
"I think the villagers need your presence, and the place I'm headed to is going to be extremely dangerous."
"I see. We'll be fine."
Yeah, they would be fine.
They had forty-four troops that would shield them.
It was about that time anyways, for me to start leveling again.
Chapter 37: A Real Town
(Sunday, May 23rd Game Day / Wednesday, February 17th Real Day)
A village slowly started to appear on the horizon, one much larger than any village I had been to since the game's official release. Centered on a small creek that traveled northwards and surrounded by a small clearing before the forest line, it was a quaint looking place.
The mixture of Oak and Elms were a nice touch compared to the Firs, Spruces, and Pines I was more accustomed to; they produced a nice elegant atmosphere. Along the outskirts, one could barely make out what looked like animal pens which brought with it some hope of finding a mount.
A mount would be more than welcome at this point in the game.
But I probably couldn't afford one anyways.
Taking a look at the multiple two-story buildings that were visible from here told another story as well; we weren't in the far North anymore. The buildings were more developed than the ones in the North and led me to believe my original assumption was wrong. Maybe it was wrong to categorize it as a village; it could certainly well be a town.
No, it was most definitely a town.
And a town meant proficiency trainers, livestock, and farms… in other words, subsistence. The very things I was hard pressed to find before, were now within hand's reach. Looking down at my pockets as if I had no clue, I stuck my hands into them to reconfirm the situation.
I was penniless.
Well, I may have been penniless but I wasn't without assets. Behind me was an assortment of pelts that I had collected along the way, stacked high and tight on the small sled I was pulling.
Yeah, I had every intention to trade.
Stopping to take a short break along the river's edge, I glanced down at the mirror-like water that was reflecting an image clearly back.
Some unknown disheveled man was staring at me.
With hair nearing my shoulders and a beard long enough to braid, the unkempt man in front of me was quite the unappealing sight. How Selene and Katherine could manage looking at this mess of a man was beyond me.
Yeah, this look wouldn't do.
Slowly wading down into the river, I leaned forward to soak my head. The cool water of the late spring was refreshing to the skin on such a bright and sunny day. The prior long journey only helped to accentuate that fact.
Staring at myself once more, I knew it was time for some change.
This simply wouldn't do.
Taking my [Crude Stone Knife] out, I began to cut off some of the excessive length of facial hair that made up my beard. A short beard was one thing, but I had no interest in a six-inch beard.
Next was the head of hair that had grown to almost tickle my shoulders. The longest my hair had ever been in real life was around four or five inches… now it was well over that.
Slicing off the lower portion along the back of my neck, I did my best to even it out with the aid of the river serving as my mirror. Eventually making my way around the entirety of my head; it proved difficult.
The end result was long on top with short sides and back.
Messy and wavy, while pushed loosely to a side.
And a short but full beard.
It wasn't all bad.
Turning my head side to side to check the quality, I couldn't help but feel a bit like a Dark Age version of a GQ model. I wasn't that perfectly featured but, I dare say I could rock a few looks quite well. Still, it was hardly a look I would wear outside in the real world… but this wasn't the real world.
I could do or wear whatever I wanted with little repercussion here.
Lying along the bank with nothing more than shorts on, I continued to soak up the sun. The waves lapped softly at my waist as my legs remained submerged; birds chirping excitedly in the morning air. White winds were busy driving the scattered and lone leaves across the river's edge. Even a pine marten was visible playing at the top of a tree, as squirrels retreated out of fear.
Days like these.
These were the kind of days where you didn't mind just lying around, doing nothing more than enjoying what nature herself provided. To let the lapping waves wash your troubles away. And for the wind to carry what was left, to some far off place. Bask in the glory of the sun, for night was sure to come.
Yawn.
Opening my eyes, it became apparent that I had fallen asleep and an hour had already passed me by. Behind me, my collection of furs lay undisturbed.
A lucky thing when one is so close to civilization.
Thievery was always an issue wherever people were concerned.
Collecting myself and my gear, I headed south towards that town in the distance. It was only a few minutes away, barely a couple of miles at most.
Yeah, it wouldn't be long now.
The closer I came, the more detailed the scene. Soon the bustle of a town made itself known as groups of blobs flurried about in the not so far distance. Dozens, no, possibly a hundred… maybe hundreds of people had gathered.
This was the massively-multiplayer aspect I had been avoiding in the North. These were the people I had no desire to be associated with. But… they were a necessary evil. My dislike for the general population stemmed from a variety of things, none worth really mentioning. Only because it would become apparent in short order.
Gaming could bring forth the best or the worst in people.
Anonymity provided courage.
But, it also provided a situation where consequence was minimal if not lacking entirely.
It's quite telling really on the nature of humanity. When you bolster the courage of individuals through anonymity, it often leads to more bad than good. Free of the personal repercussions that would apply in a face to face situation, people feel as if they can get away with or do anything.
Yeah, I had no patience for that shit.
There was a good chance my name would be shining brightly red soon.
"Hey!"
Ah, the noise of the crowds could now reach my ears.
Good bye, serenity.
"Hey! The man with the furs!"
Well, I guess I should head to the trade post first.
"HELLO!"
What's with this Elf, I don't know you. Move.
Before I could continue any further a young female Elf had blocked my path and was standing with a hand on her hip while leaning forward. Waving her other hand in front of my face as if I was blind… who does she think she is?
"Finally you stop! Sheesh."
"Pardon me?"
"I've been calling out to you, but you kept walking…. Jeez."
"I see. What can I do for you, miss?"
Scratching my chin in confusion, I couldn't help but wonder what this elf girl in front of me could want from me. Looking around, I was certainly in the minority as far as races were concerned. At least seventy-percent of the population here were Elves, around twenty-percent were Dwarves, and the last ten-percent were Humans like me.
The girl seemed to take a deep breath as she continued, "Those furs you've got on that sled, are you selling them?"
A silly question, of course I would be selling them. Why else would I bring so many. With a puzzled face I replied, "Yeah. That was my intention."
"Sell them to me. How much do you want?"
She was brimming with a smile now.
She was a curious one, but to each his own. Thinking over what I had, I was a bit hesitant to name a price. The fact that I had yet to reach the trade post put me at a disadvantage since I didn't know the going rate for pelts in this town.
Well, let's see.
"I'm not set on a fixed price yet, having just arrived in town I'm unaware of the going rate."