[Mentor 1/1] A Stroll through the Station - Complete

[Deleted]

Note: The info on my template are the only things that your character
can know about my samurai through the Elder Tale interface.
Mentoring: Klide

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 3MP every 5s	Caerbannog :: Level 81 :: Samurai :: Aeryn Armor: Charcoal Ooyoroi with Pitch-black Yukata masked with Zankapfel Main Weapon: Nóttúlfr (Night Wolf) with Mitsuho and Black Star Quick Slot: Nótthrafn (Night Raven) Pet: Hrairoo
WC: 500	Tags: ?	Skills: (none used)

Lately, there seemed to have been an influx of new adventurers. Or rather, adventurers who had just gotten around to leveling their classes and whatnot. Every player had a different reason for staying at level 1: denial, despair, disbelief, fear, inability to adapt, falling prey to player-killers, so on and so forth. Whatever their reasons were, Caerbannog did not care; she only saw them as people who needed help, much like her in her earlier days and much like the landers who constantly pestered her with quests. And so the samurai headed down to St.Pancras Station in search of at least one adventurer who needed help.

It was high noon, the best time to spot people who stuck out like sore thumbs in the crowd. Normally, lower leveled crafters who knew their way around the Station would duck out of that area once the crowd flooded in. They would set up their crafting equipment in alleys close to the Station but not anywhere near the established stalls and merchants. Experienced crafters and adventurers would know where they needed to go and thus would not dilly-dally too much in the middle of the main area. Newbies would seem utterly lost, perhaps even pushed around by the rushing crowd. Caerbannog herself would have gotten lost around that area if not for her friend who showed her around the place when she was new to the area. The samurai would simply pay the favor forward by helping someone else.

The black-haired samurai, clad in her usual black sailor uniform and with her nagamaki in its sheath, stood between a blacksmith stall and a mechanic stall. Those crafting classes worked hand-in-hand supposedly, but Caer herself had not tried to look for a mechanic just yet. She was a chef at the moment, a fact which was hidden away by the interface as it only displayed her main class. The wolf-hair had experience as a blacksmith though and even crafted her own main weapon. Due to her stature, she seemed to be a regular schoolgirl, as regular as those could be in the game, though one thing that did make her stand out was the brown rabbit on her head. For once, Hyzenthlay needed to rest and so Caerbannog summoned Hrairoo instead so that she could spend some time with him. He was also helpful when it came to picking fresh vegetables and fruits, so if their prospective apprentice was a chef or pharmacist, the rabbit would be able to help.

Caerbannog surveyed the crowd; a feat which was slightly impressive if one took her height into consideration. The girl looked for someone who looked confused or needed help and then she would approach them and ask ‘New to the Station?’ after which, if the answer was Yes, she would introduce herself simply as ‘Caer’ pronounced as ‘ker’ and offer to help her fellow adventurer with whatever he or she needed at St.Pancras Station. As for Roo, he stayed upon his tamer’s head just looking at the passers-by.

[Deleted]

As Klide walked through the Station, trying to figure out how to craft he saw nothing by a few higher level crafters in their stalls, and a few low level ones in make-shift stalls in the various alleys that converged at the Station. He was about to ask someone for help when he noticed that a crowd of higher level players were beginning to converge in the Station. He wasn't sure what to do and he didn't feel to happy being surrounded by a bunch of strangers. He was about to crawl off to the edge of the Station and see how things played out when a hand landed on his shoulder. Klide thought at first that it may have just been someone who had tripped and used him to stop themselves from falling but the hand stayed there, resting on his shoulder He turned to see a pretty woman looking at him. She asked 'New to the Station?' to which he replied 'Yes'. She then smiled and introduced herself as 'Caer'. She offered to help Klide with whatever it was he needed at the Station. He was relieved that some of the higher level players were willing to help him, but he didn't want to get too close to this new woman. Cautiously, he accepted her kind offer and asked for help with metallurgy.

Words:225

[Deleted]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 3MP every 5s	Caerbannog :: Level 81 :: Samurai :: Aeryn Armor: Charcoal Ooyoroi with Pitch-black Yukata masked with Zankapfel Main Weapon: Nóttúlfr (Night Wolf) with Mitsuho and Black Star Quick Slot: Nótthrafn (Night Raven) Pet: Hrairoo
WC: 500	Tags: @blazeedge	Skills: (none used)

As she looked through the crowd for people who seemed hesitant or lost, Caerbannog spotted a very tall, brown haired man. Common for one of his stature, his shoulders were broad which at least gave him quite the space amidst the busy crowd of hurrying adventurers and landers. Though hesitant herself due to her slight fear of tall people, the samurai huffed and reminded herself of her objective for having waited at St.Pancras Station. Roo noticed the man too, obviously named Klide as the interface showed both the rabbit and the wolf-hair when they focused on that one player, and soon both the girl and her pet headed for that adventurer. A swashbuckler with no tell-tale signs of ears or tails that could give away wolf or fox racial traits; there were no obvious tattoos either so he did not seem to be a ritual swashbuckler. Once Caerbannog was able to waddled past the heavy crowd of the Station, she tapped the man’s shoulder gently and asked him if he was new to the place. The answer was affirmative, and so she introduced herself and subsequently offered to help him look around.

“Metallurgy?” the vertically-challenged girl tilted her head slightly, careful to move just enough to show her confusion while letting her frenmic rabbit Hrairoo remain upon her head.

The brown rabbit sniffed at the air to take a whiff of the adventurer’s scent, just enough to recognize him by in case they got separated in the crowd. Caerbannog then straightened up, having realized what the man meant by ‘metallurgy’ since he was in the blacksmith area and blacksmiths were the crafters who worked mainly with metal. Fortunately, the wolf-hair had experience as such and so she motioned for Klide to move over to the side closer to one of the blacksmiths’ stalls. A bit of space was available and kept clear in front of each stall, but the middle of the pathway was very crowded. She stayed close to the swashbuckler and spoke softly so that only those directly around her could hear her words.

“Browse through wares so they won’t shoo us away,” was her suggestion.

From the spot which the girl stood, she could reach out to many wares which were laid out for potential customers to check through. Blades of various sizes both for adventuring and for crafting, small trinkets and even pots and pans were on display. Beyond the display, both adventurers could see the blacksmith’s work area which consisted of a wide table and a bench, some wooden stools and a small furnace which was all ready and fired up. The blacksmithing tools were laid out on the table and the smithing lander who owned the stall was laying out some books and papers for research and smithing studies.

“I rented smithy stall when I started crafting. You can buy own furnace if you have money too, or use a guild’s smithy area if you have one,” Caerbannog spoke to Klide as she pretended to pick through some iron pots.

[Deleted]

After Klide requested assistance in metallurgy, Caer made it plain that she did not understand by tilting her head and furrowing her brow. Klide thought for a moment about how to describe metallurgy, but before he could focus, the brown rabbit on Caer's head started sniffing him. He liked animals, because they were less judgmental that humans. After it sniffed him for a moment, Klide tried to get back to his thoughts, but he couldn't remember what he was thinking about. However, the confused expression disappeared from Caer's face, so Klide assumed he would not have to remember. At Caer's gesture, Klide began to walk by her side as the two one them walked through the busy Station. They moved to the side closer to the blacksmiths' stalls. There was enough room at all the stalls for the two of the to look at the various wares.

Caer stayed close to Klide, and spoke so softly that he had to struggle to hear anything. She told him to browse through the wares so the stall owners wouldn't shoo them away. He looked at all of the various merchandise. Caer pointed out the equipment and tools the stall owners had in the back of their shop, and told Klide that she had rented a smithy stall when she started crafting. She also said that if he wanted, Klide could buy his own furnace, though it would take money, or use a guild's furnace. The options were not in Klide's favor. He didn't have much money, and he didn't like the idea of being in a guild. He weighed the options as bet he could. He didn't have the most money, and he wasn't in a crafting guild, another option was renting, but that also require money. Klide wanted to improve his skills. He'd promised himself that not only would he become a good warrior, he would become a good craftsman as well, and he was willing to listen to anyone to learn, but he was worried he might not have enough money to start.

Klide looked around the Station, at all the busy blacksmiths and stall owners. He saw how hard they worked, sweating from the heat of the forge, most were making excellent quality tools and equipment, but they all needed to start somewhere. He decided that, if he had enough money, he would buy a furnace to start of his training. And if Caer would help him train, then Klide was willing to listen to all her commands. But first, he needed to know what she though was the best option, he was curious to see if she though his decision to buy a furnace was the right one. Klide whispered to Caer "What do you think is the best option for me? I was considering buying a furnace, but I don't have the most money, and you have more experience."

Words:482

[Deleted]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 3MP every 5s	Caerbannog :: Level 81 :: Samurai :: Aeryn Armor: Charcoal Ooyoroi with Pitch-black Yukata masked with Zankapfel Main Weapon: Nóttúlfr (Night Wolf) with Mitsuho and Black Star Quick Slot: Nótthrafn (Night Raven) Pet: Hrairoo
WC: 500	Tags: @blazeedge	Skills: (none used)

The swashbuckler listened intently enough. Despite his being in the crowded Station, he was not easily distracted and so that made the wolf-hair’s task a bit less strenuous. Caerbannog made sure to look at him every now and then just to avoid stepping too far from the other adventurer. As for Hrairoo, he settled onto the samurai’s head and made himself comfortable; a feat which he was able to do easily after having mastered the art of sitting on his tamer’s crown. His fluffy belly fit Caer’s small noggin perfectly like a cuddly hat with twitchy, long ears.

Having noticed that the stall owner was busy with his work, Caerbannog momentarily stopped poking things when Klide asked a question. She was thoughtful for a while; the need for an actual furnace was unlike a chef’s necessity for an open fire or a stove. She could just put twigs together and start a fire anywhere, but the controllable amount of heat that a furnace would provide could not be so easily replicated. Her thought process jumped from chef to blacksmith to guilds, and the girl soon realized that she had to speak more than she usually did if she was to explain things coherently to the swashbuckler.

“Gather crafting materials and references, then rent a blacksmith’s things,” she began, “Cheaper than buying your own, and practical too unless you want to craft all day and all night long.”

That was how the samurai learned her smithing craft, and even to this day she did not have her own furnace. But in preparation for the future, or for any plans, she realized that indeed she would have to purchase her own. That, or just have one at the guild house; something that everyone in their guild could use.

“Once you have some money, you can buy your own things but... I think sharing with guild is better,” Caerbannog turned to look at the swashbuckler to see his reactions, “Because we can change crafting class, and so unless you are blacksmith forever, having an expensive furnace all for yourself might be impractical.”

She then pointed at the metal accessories which were on display: earrings, rings, necklaces and bangles were the most common. Chains were less common since few monks opted to use them, but they existed nevertheless along with knuckle accessories and such. Some had small stones embedded into them while others were made of pure metal with differing sheen, malleability and hue. A whole row of gold accessories were on display and the colors ranged from white to black gold, while the designs had even more variety such as dragons, flower motifs, crosses and the like. Blacksmiths’ hands were able to create things as brute as massive axes to things as dainty as Celtic knot rings.

“Smithing also requires making detailed work. Controlling the heat of the furnace, and controlling your hands for delicate designs,” the wolf-hair stated, “Which I think will be easier in a homey environment, not a very busy place like this.”

[Deleted]

Caer stood next to Klide. looking around to make sure that the crowds of shoppers did not interfere with their conversation. The bunny atop her head was having a grand time relaxing and looking like a fluffy hat with ears. When the stall keeper turned away to work on an order, she spoke up and said to Klide "Gather crafting materials and references, then rent a blacksmith’s things, cheaper than buying your own, and practical too unless you want to craft all day and all night long." That seemed like very rational advice, Klide knew he would not be crafting day and night. He just needed to learn how to craft items and how to sell them. He wanted to be good at his job so people wouldn't die. He had no intention of becoming close to people, that was just who he was, but he didn't want people to die either. If he could make weapons and armor that did even just a little better than the regular item, he had a chance to save lives. But life saving wasn't his only motivation. Being the low level character that he was, he needed money to pay for supplies and such. If making tools was a way to make money, he'd take it.

Klide listened to everything Caer said intently, he was fixated on her words and knowledge, and was impressed by her awareness of both metal treatment, and the art of blacksmithing. He thought the she had the right idea, renting probably was best. He looked at the trinkets that Caer pointed out, as she explained about being both tough and delicate. the same could be said for a swordsman. Even the strongest swordsmen have a chance of not being able to cut anything is they don't focus on the delicate bits, the details. He knew about the heat control, and careful use of your hands. He was already knowledgeable but hearing it over again helped a lot. It seemed like Caer honestly cared about Klide's success, and he was thankful for that. He thought some more about what he wanted to do. He needed help with figuring out the basics of forging his first tools and/or equipment. Caer seemed willing to help, but if Klide didn't have the ability to learn fast enough, he might struggle with starting out as a blacksmith.

He stood in front of the stall for a moment, deep in thought, not sure how to ask for what he needed. He looked from Caer, to the merchandise, back to Caer. He asked her if she could teach him how to craft anything. He agreed that he should rent a forge, but he was at a loss on where to rent it from, or even how to rent it. He also wasn't sure he understood how crafting worked, and he didn't even know how to buy basic materials for crafting.

Word Count: 487

[Deleted]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 3MP every 5s	Caerbannog :: Level 81 :: Samurai :: Aeryn Armor: Charcoal Ooyoroi with Pitch-black Yukata masked with Zankapfel Main Weapon: Nóttúlfr (Night Wolf) with Mitsuho and Black Star Quick Slot: Nótthrafn (Night Raven) Pet: Hrairoo
WC: 700	Tags: @blazeedge	Skills: (none used)

More of a doer than a talker, Caerbannog was relieved when Klide did not ask her to repeat anything that she said but instead opted for an actual demonstration of blacksmithing. One would think that she would have agreed immediately but an obvious look of hesitation appeared on the girl’s face instead. While she did remember how to craft metal objects, her current crafting class was ‘chef’ which disallowed her to handle metalworks with assistance from the Elder Tale system. She was no longer bound by the strict rules of MMORPGs because the game was as real as the real world, but the samurai was not about to risk a horrible accident in the middle of St.Pancras Station in case her smithing craft went awry.

“As I said, crafting can switch. I am chef now, but…” the wolf-hair admitted to the swashbuckler and then she was thoughtful for a moment, and then she walked farther up the Station after a small wave to Klide, “…follow me.”

The girl’s pace was a little quicker than her usual one as she wove through the crowd, making sure that she walked behind and beside people who were going up the same direction so that she would encounter the least resistance. If Klide followed closely behind her, he would find his path not as obstructed as it was before when he was alone, for Caerbannog also made sure to push people to the sides so as to make way for the swashbuckler behind her. A few adventurers and landers complained as the wolf-hair bumped into them intentionally, but they could barely see her due to her height, or lack thereof, and so all they could throw were empty, confused glares.

“We’re here,” Caerbannog exclaimed when they arrived at the stall of a blacksmithing lander, and it looked pretty much like the other stalls in the area. But the girl soon raised a hand to greet the lander who owned that spot, “Hello. Aldrin-san, this person wants to learn how to craft smithy things.”

The middle-aged lander, someone familiar to the samurai and likewise she was familiar to him, stood up from behind a pile of books and other reading materials and walked over to the pair of adventurers. He offered a hand for the swashbuckler to take and would shake it enthusiastically if allowed. Afterwards, he would get right now to business.

“So I heard you went back to cooking,” the lander said to Caerbannog, “Tell you what. I haven’t had a bite to eat all morning, so if you give me something edible, I’ll help out your friend here.”

Caerbannog nodded and immediately pulled out a serving of pancakes with maple syrup and a glass of iced mint tea for the smithing lander to take. The items were conveniently placed on appropriate containers such as a plate and a tall glass, even with a fork for the pancakes.

“Aha! Ready for anything, eh?” Aldrin chuckled as he accepted the food items.

Klide would have to wait a while as the lander had his fill and ate up what the samurai gave to him, but he did not have to stand under the hot sun all that while for Aldrin was kind enough to invite the adventurers onto a nearby bench in the shade of the tent above his stall. Once the pancakes and tea were eaten and drunk respectively, the lander burped and stretched for a while, and then he pulled out a small rectangular bar of black metal easily recognized as being made of iron. The man then held the iron piece with his tongs and put it in the nearby furnace where it was allowed to warm up until it was red-hot. Without a word, the lander placed the hot metal on his anvil which was close to the furnace, and then he used his hammer to flatten the metal little by little. The work seemed rather rough, but only because the smith was working slowly so that the adventurer could observe his work. After a bit of effort, the metal would be almost flat enough for a small knife blade but the form still had to be worked on.

[Deleted]

After he asked his question, a look of hesitation appeared on Caer's face, despite having previously been a smith herself. After a moment of silence, Caer said to Klide “As I said, crafting can switch. I am chef now, but…” Klide though about what she had just said, if that were true, than he had no reason to question her hesitation. He had no idea what would happen if someone attempted to craft something from a class they did not have, but he assumed that it could be anything from being unable to make the item, to having something explode. After a small wave to Klide, Caer began walking farther up the station, and said to him "...follow me." Klide followed closely behind, worried that if the two of them were separated, he may lose a golden opportunity. But that wasn't a problem, Caer seemed in control of the situation as she shoved through the crowd, giving Klide lots of room to move around, and giving the crowd something to be confused about, given Caer's height. After a short bit of walking, Caer stopped in front of a stall which looked no more significant that any of the others.

Caer stood before the stall and exclaimed "We're here." Soon after, Caer raised a hand to greet the middle-aged lander who seemed to be the owner of the stall. She greeted him as "Aldrin-san" And told him that I wanted to learn the art of smithing. The two seemed to have some sort of history together. The lander referred to as 'Aldrin-san' was sitting behind a pile of books and scrolls. He walked over to the two adventurers. He offered his hand to Klide ans shook it enthusiastically when Klide offered his own hand as well. Aldrin then looked over at Caer and began talking to her. He mentioned her switch from Smith to Chef, and that he was hungry. He got a meal of pancakes and mint tea from Caer and immediately dug in. Klide waited for him to finish and then observed as the man put the empty plate and glass down. He pulled out from his shirt, a small bar of black metal, it appeared to be iron. Aldrin then grabbed it with a pair of tongs and put it into his forge until it was a glowing red hot. He placed it on his anvil and began to hammer away, reheat after it cooled a bit, and hammered some more at it until it was the right thickness for a knife, the profile needed work however and so Aldrin began hammering at the blade from the base of the blade, all the way up to the tip. Sometimes, while he was hammering the profile into the blade, it would curve a bit from the force and heat, but he simply hammered at it from the side, until it was flat again. finally, after he was done withe the basics, Aldrin pressed the edge of the blade against a grindstone and began working the edge into the blade.

When he was done, he showed the new knife to Klide, who was very impressed with the speed at which he worked. Klide knew now how to craft items, but he still wasn't sure how/where to buy the materials needed for the process. He looked over at Aldrin and thanked him for the demonstration. Then he looked over at Caer and thanked her as well. He didn't want to abuse her kindness, but he decided he'd ask, as t was necessary for him to succeed as a Smith. He asked Caer how to buy materials.

Word count: 606

[Deleted]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 3MP every 5s	Caerbannog :: Level 81 :: Samurai :: Aeryn Armor: Charcoal Ooyoroi with Pitch-black Yukata masked with Zankapfel Main Weapon: Nóttúlfr (Night Wolf) with Mitsuho and Black Star Quick Slot: Nótthrafn (Night Raven) Pet: Hrairoo
WC: 505	Tags: @blazeedge	Skills: (none used)

While Aldrin was working on his one craft, something that he trained for so long and mastered over so many years, Caerbannog sat down with Hrairoo upon her head and the creature stretched every now and then just so his limbs would not go limp or feel numb. Although she was not really interested in crafting such a small item, the samurai still looked on at what the lander was doing just to check if he did anything peculiar that she’d not tried before. Based on how he handled the smithing tools, the adventurer could tell that Aldrin was a much better blacksmith than she, and unsurprisingly too. After his vacation, the lander had gone right back to work and the samurai saw him every time she went down St.Pancras Station.

“Thank you, Aldrin-san,” she stood up and bowed slightly to the lander once the demonstration was done, and then the samurai stepped aside so that he could continue with his work.

The wolf-hair then looked up at Klide after he asked his question. A relevant one, but it wasn’t easy to answer because the response was naturally rather broad. The samurai first pointed at some of the smithing stalls around them which sold various kinds of metal, a great number of which were n pure form but some were still impure and those were sold for cheaper prices. Crafters who had more money to spend bought the pure forms to hasten their crafting process, while those who were still learning their craft opted for impure ones.

“Right here in the Station, from more experienced crafters or from merchants,” the wolf-hair said, “But if you want to look for your own materials…”

The samurai scratched her chin, not quite sure how to find ores herself. Was there even a subclass for finding ores? Like an apothecary is to a pharmacist? She would have to look that up sometime, or find a way to look for rare ores herself. And by rare, that did not mean silver or gold but those ores with specific magical properties. All she ever received from boss fights and expeditions were magical scrolls with different effects; not that she was complaining though. Rewards, big and small, were always something to be thankful for.

“I guess from mountainsides and from monsters,” was her unsure answer, “Of course, field bosses drop a lot of special things much like how they would in a game. And I’ve been to Sarum where the place is rocky and has so many golems, maybe there’s something there too.”

At that, Caerbannog ended her answer and waited for the swashbuckler to ask something else. If he had no further questions, then she would send him on his way and direct him to go with the flow of the crowd instead of against it. If he needed guidance still, then the shorter adventurer would walk close to the swashbuckler until he found his way to whatever he was looking for, or until he found his way out of St.Pancras Station.

[Deleted]

Klide was amazed at how quickly Aldrin had finished the knife, knowing full well that if Aldrin were not doing this for demonstration purposes. Had Aldrin been doing this as an order, he probably would have made something a bit bigger. Klide waited in silence when Aldrin was completely finished with thee knife. Caer stood and bowed slightly, saying "Thank you, Aldrin-san." Klide followed her example and also stood and bowed slightly. He said "Indeed, thank you for showing such fine Smithing." Klide walked to the edge of the exterior of the stall. After Caer pointed to the various Smithing stalls which sold metals. Many of the metals being sold were in a pure form, but some were in a cruder form. The pure metals were more expensive and generally bought by the higher level players. The crude metals were sold to the low level Smiths. She said to Klide that he could buy metal in the station, or he could potentially go out and get his own. By her guess, the best places to find them would be on mountainsides, or from monsters. Caer also mentioned how field bosses drop lots of special things. She also offered the option of going to Sarum, where it was rocky and there were plenty of golems. Klide was glad that he had received so much useful information. "Thank you very much, you have been a wonderful help, and i am thankful that you grabbed hold of me when you did." Klide said to Caer. He was truly grateful for the help he had received. Klide knew that all the information he had received would be a great help for him in his upcoming endeavors.

Word Count: 282

[Deleted]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 3MP every 5s	Caerbannog :: Level 81 :: Samurai :: Aeryn Armor: Charcoal Ooyoroi with Pitch-black Yukata masked with Zankapfel Main Weapon: Nóttúlfr (Night Wolf) with Mitsuho and Black Star Quick Slot: Nótthrafn (Night Raven) Pet: Hrairoo
WC: 550	Tags: @blazeedge	OOC Note: Grape Mogu-mogu (L10): A sweet non-alcoholic beverage made of grape juice and some kind of jelly. Drinking this provides a slight HP restoration. (You can google 'grape Mogu-mogu')

Although the pair of adventurers had spent quite some time at Aldrin’s stall, the crowd was still as busy as ever with many people just browsing through various wares. Noticeably, blacksmiths were picking through ores which were on display, and farther up the path, mechanics were checking new tools that the smiths made for them. A stall near Aldrin’s display a vast array of cooking utensils for chefs and they were supposedly being sold at a discounted price, but Caerbannog knew better than to buy unnecessary things just because they were cheap. And anyway, she could craft her own items if given the chance and a reason for switching to blacksmith once again.

When Klide muttered his thanks, Hrairoo turned his chin up to look at the swashbuckler. Even if the words were spoken in English and not with the Tongue of Nature, Roo still recognized certain words what with having been around Caer since she was around Level 30. He put up a paw as a wave goodbye to the other adventurer, and then the frenmic creature put his paw down and rested his chin upon his tamer’s head once again. His ears relaxed as he waited for Caer to move in through the crowd, but the girl had stopped a short while to pull something out of her inventory. She’d made it a habit to give food or drinks to people that she met for the girl knew that in most other places, sustenance tasted like moistened rice crackers or something as soggy and bland.

“Don’t die of hunger or dehydration,” the samurai said to her fellow adventurer as she pulled out a bottle of chilled grape Mogu-mogu and handed it to the taller person, “And walk with the flow of the crowd to get out of the Station. Eventually you will see some alley that will lead away from the rush of people. Also- allies are good to have. Even just for adventures.”

At that, the wolf-hair waited for Klide to take the drink and then she sent a friend request to the young man. He was a stranger and someone that she just met that day, but in Elder Tale where things were as unpredictable as PMSing Philippine weather during the months of May and June, it was better to have a high-level samurai in your list to call to for help than... well, not having a high-level samurai on your list. Once the drink was taken and the request accepted or rejected, Caerbannog nodded to the swashbuckler and wove through the crowd on her own, using her smaller build to step between most of the larger people.

Was it an hour or two that she spent in St.Pancras Station? Caerbannog rarely looked at the time for she just did things as they happened and thought up ideas without any direction to them. Still, it was time well spent as long as she was helping someone or improving herself. Hrairoo would have agreed, she thought, but the samurai knew better than to disturb anyone who was asleep or at least half-asleep, even if he was a rabbit. She patted the creature just to make sure that he was still there, secure upon her head, and soon enough she found her way out of the busy Station.