Girl in a tree (Invite!)

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 15 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: ? Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 513	Tags: Ryker ?	Skills: Skill name

Mab was not often struck with silence. Yet today it seemed it happened on several occasions. But this occasion was the one where she was getting emotional. The sight of these pretty looking yummies. It made her gasp and stare at them as if they where the crown jewels of the biggest jewel expose ever. There was just too much to see. Mab could not help it, her mouth started watering at the sight of such exquisite beauty. “Wow” was the only word to be heard from the girls mouth for at least five minutes. With intensity not before seen from this girl she studied each and every work of art in front of her. She was absent, to say the least. Mab had not heard a word spoken after she entered this establishment. The smells; the lovely smells where overwhelming the girl, not just the smells but the fantastic presentation too. Mab was as happy as a kid in a candy store.

At first not noticing she was being addressed by the kindly lady Mab stared at her in amazement. Was this the goddess that made all these lovely looking pieces of art? When offered a taste of something Mab with great care took a piece and said “Thank you.” Before slowly taking a bite she looked at it with great care. It looked so fresh and new, and smelled brilliant. She took a bite of the savory goodness and tears ran down her cheeks from joy. It was the first time while she played this game that real food actually tasted like real food, instead of dry crackers. The relief the girl felt to be tasting something that actually had texture and taste. “Oh my gawd!” the girl said while jumping up and down from sheer joy….


“This is awesome!”

Mab could not hide her true pleasure and happiness from eating something this delicious. She looked in awe at the nice lady behind the counter. Speechless to much emotion to say more she just stared. Mab knew… she just knew that she had to buy from this place. But Mab did not know what to choose. Everything here looked good. Mab had some difficult choices to make. Totally forgotten the original goal that made her come here in the first place, a very distracted mab murmured...

“I like all of them!”

Answering Rykers question without any deception or consideration of those around her.

“The real issue is what I want to choose first!”

Mab added. Looking hungry at all the scrumptious. What was a girl to do in such a situation. Mab had decided on a plan. Mab would close her eyes and randomly pick the one where her finger stopped. Slowly walking besides the glass display case Mab came to a halt, still with her eyes closed. Her finger stopped just between two very delicious looking pieces. One was a very lovely redesigned cupcake, the other a piece of cheese cake. Mab could not decide between these two.

“Can I please buy these two?” Mab said after moments of indecision.

[Ryker]

Ryker - Level 1 - Cleric

HP: 100%

MP: 100%

More so than he had expected, Mab was completely overtaken by the sight of the bakery’s contents. Sadly, Ryker felt the same and he knew exactly what she was going through as he had acted the same way when he first walked into the place. Of course, his first visit was much different. Back then, at least a week ago, there were no glass cases or heated shelves. Ezri made only ten pastries and the shelves were filled with candies and chocolates, not pies or cakes because of how quickly they could go bad. The air was also much different. Yet, just one simple invention helped make it happen and now it was good to see the effect. The Bakery had an overwhelming feel to it and the hungry Mab had fallen victim to it. It was quite funny.

“Oh boy…” Ryker chuckled as Mab began to scour the bakery for something to pick. It was quite childish, but there was no issue with being a child every now and then. Especially when one was surrounded by so much mouth-watering goodness that would make you salivate to the point where you could choke on your own spit if you weren’t careful.

“She seems to be in heaven.” Ezri smiled as Ryker made his way over to her. The Cleric nodded in agreement and tucked both of his hands into his robe pockets. Slowly, the man began to rock from his heels to his toes, swaying forwards and backwards as he watched the blonde search the glass for her perfect dessert.

“The Caramel-Chocolate Deluxe. How much?” After spending some time searching while holding the conversation, Ryker had found the object he wanted. That chocolate cake from before was large enough to be attractive to anyone and the fact that it was well made increased its value. It would not be cheap.

“Four hundred.” SMACK. Right in the coin purse. The number made Ryker cringe and he instantly thought against getting that cake. Ezri was a beautiful woman, a fine craftswoman when it came to desserts, but she was vicious when it came to money. The greedy wench would suck any man dry given the chance. Pure gold digger, but that was understandable; she had bigger dreams than anyone Ryker knew, even himself.

“One hundred.” The petty response made Ezri’s left eyebrow raise on her face. Neither of the players took their eyes off Mab but Ryker could sense something off with the woman beside him.

“You just dropped three hundred, Fisherman. Are you trying to swindle me?” And that was another thing Ryker did not like about the woman he was dealing with; she was a business major in college in reality. Conquering her mind was nearly impossible for most.

“I know I did, but think of it this way. I just brought you another happy customer who never knew about your shop. Every time I’m in here, I hardly see anyone walk in even though you try so hard to maintain it all. Mab is a sweet tooth so I can guarantee she’ll be here often, ready to buy whatever you put out. In addition to that, I can guarantee that someone will see her eating your desserts and will wonder where she got it, which will drive even more business.” As Ryker was speaking, Ezri’s face began to decline in emotion. Ryker’s was doing the opposite.

“However you forget, whether you get the cake or not, Fisherman, your friend here knows of my shop. Who says she won’t come back anyways?” Ezri countered the white-haired Cleric, but he chuckled lightly.

“She would not have come here without me bringing her and even if she had down the line, would she have made it in time to help you with upkeep? I have seen how many materials you buy and have to gather. All of that time, effort, and money goes into these delicious desserts… and you hardly sell any of them.” The hard stab caused Ezri to shudder while Ryker grinned. The woman was ready to smack him across the face but she held her hand back as he was right. The bakery was a lovely sight but due to the look of it on the outside, not many players walked in. There were also two other bakeries which looked much more appealing on the outside nearby, making it difficult for the woman to make any progress.

“So here’s my deal. I will pay you three, but that will include whatever Mab picks, the cake, as well as two sacks of assorted candies.” Ryker threw his dice across the board and hoped for snake eyes, but the dice was weighted against him. The cake itself was worth two, Mab was on the verge of picking something now it seemed, and two sacks of candy were fifty each. If his math was correct, Ryker would be spending three hundred compared to almost six hundred.

“Five. What if she picks more than one thing?” That was actually what Ryker was hoping for, as it would give him a larger victory stripe on his end. Yet that made things difficult, as Ezri knew that she would take a larger hit. It made the Fisherman wiggle his nose uneasily.

“Well, that’s a gamble you’ll have to take. Three fifty and throw in a set of six small cupcakes. The bite sized ones.” It was as he was playing poker, and he sucked at poker but raising was the only thing he could do. The effect was what he wanted though. Upon adding fifty gold and a new pastry, Ezri hissed at him and her wolf-hair fangs extended from the corner of her lips.

“Fine, deal. Three fifty for the cake, six cupcakes, two sacks of assorted candies, and whatever your friend decides to choose.” Ezri extended her hand towards Ryker as she submitted defeat. Mab was on the verge of choosing, as it looked like she was doing the eeny, meeny, miny, moe trick to select her choice. So rather than push his luck, Ryker extended his own hand and shook Ezri’s gently. Her hand was shaking but it was still gentle.

“Pleasure doing business with you, deary.” Ryker nipped at the woman’s wordplay and smiled at her. Ezri laughed at him sarcastically before looking over at Mab. She had made her choice. So… what would it be…?

“Can I please buy these two?” Victory. Ezri cringed and Ryker’s smile exploded into a vicious two rows of teeth. Perfect.

“Checkmate.” Ryker muttered. Ezri hissed at him again.

“Your cakes are on me, Mab.” Ryker said aloud, waving his still exposed hand lightly as Ezri made her way over to where Mab was. The woman put on a happy face and carefully retrieved the cupcake and the cheesecake from the glass, carrying them over to the main counter. She also retrieved the chocolate cake Ryker had selected and six of her bite sized cupcakes from the counter-top container. Once everything from the glasses was gathered, Ryker selected the candies he wanted in each of the two bags. Ezri cringed again when she said the price…

“T…Three fifty…” The woman mumbled, and Ryker happily placed a sack of four fifty onto the counter. A moment later, he sent the cupcakes and the candies to his inventory and then picked up his cake.

“Thank you, Ezri. You have been more helpful than you think.” The subtle act of reassurance didn’t make the hidden glare go away, but the extra hundred gold would make the woman a little happier when she checked it. Ryker wouldn’t hand around to see it though and quickly headed for the door.

“To our next stop, Mab.” The Cleric moved quickly and held the door open for Mab once he had reached it. For one, he needed to get out before the baker realized the extra cash. For two, if he stuck around he was afraid the blonde would start eating. Moving her then would most likely be impossible.

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[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 15 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC:521	Tags: Ryker	Skills: none used

Two lovely looking deserts, which should she eat first? Mab was in a quandary. Decisions decisions. When she heard that Ryker was paying for the goodies Mab felt a little guilty. It was not as if she wanted to boy to pay, and he already said he had little money to spare. However it was rude to argue this in front of the nice shop lady. “Thank you!” Mab said, sounding grateful. She smiled at the cleric. “So generous…” Mab uttered under her breath still feeling rather guilty of letting him pay for her food. “Then I buy the drinks next!” Mab said wanting to at least do her part.

When the food was wrapped and packed to go Mab started following Ryker towards the exit. Before she left the girl turned around and looked at the baker. “Thank you very much for the lovely food. I will be sure to come visit again.” Mab said while smiling at the lady. “Can I bring some other people I know to this place?”

Erza smiled back and said, “Come again!” With that said, Mab cheerily turned around and followed the boy outside.

“That was an awesome store!”

Mab said, sounding very happy indeed.

“Thanks for taking me there.”

Mab said to ryker. Happy to have been introduced to such a lovely store and such a nice store owner. Mab might not have heard the negotiation between Ryker and the store owner. However Mab would have happily paid the prices of the store for these lovely deserts. Mab was carrying her lovely packed bag of deserts. A slice of cheesecake and a fresh baked muffin, both packed nicely together in a small but sturdy box. The box was put in her inventory to be enjoyed at a later time. Mab would not be able to go anywhere if she started now. The girl was afraid she would run back to the store to get more. Remembering that there were other things she had to do today she decided to wait with eating this until the fishing preparations where done.

While following Ryker towards their next destination, Mab kept a firm look out for a fruit juice vendor. The only drinks she knew that tasted like something real. Everything else had tasted like water so far. “Eehm Ryker, do you prefer Pineapple juice, Strawberry juice or Orange juice?” Mab asked the boy while pointing at the vendor selling these juices. She had bought from this place before and quite liked their products. Mab walked towards the vendor and ordered a strawberry juice. Once Ryker made his preference known she order that one too and paid the vendor his asking price. Mab had never tried to bargain down the price, nor would she start now. She felt the 15 gold per drink spent was just fine, considering that the fruit drinks were freshly made and quite tasty. Mab offered Ryker his drink. Mab put her drink away as she wanted to drink it with the lovely desert they had just bought. If Ryker had no further business here, Mab would ask him.

“Where to next?”

[Ryker]

Ryker - Level 1 - Cleric

HP: 100%

MP: 100%

“Don’t mention it.” Ryker waved lightly at Mab as they left the store.She seemed quite happy with the outcome of the visit but he couldn’t blame her; he was ecstatic. However, he did feel a little bad for swindling Ezri as he had definitely done so. He would make it up to her. That woman loved to travel and Ryker knew of a few spots he could show her. For now, he had to keep on task; fishing equipment. With the pastries in tow, Ryker had no doubt he could do a little bit of working. That made things even easier. Well, until Mab struck him with something about juices.

“Juice?” The Cleric wasn’t exactly fond of the juice in the game, as most of the time it was more beneficial just to buy water seeing as everything tasted like such no matter where he bought it from. However in the real world he actually preferred apple. Too bad no one was smart enough to sell that here, or he just had a poor eye. Either one. Out of the choices Mab had given him though, he preferred Strawberry. It had a bitter taste when in its fruit form, but when mixed into the right drink or juiced correctly, it made him shiver.

“Strawberry, I guess?” The Cleric spoke, but it seemed he was too late to realize why he had been asked. The moment he responded, his companion bounced off to the closest Juice vendor and seemed to buy the two of them drinks. He eyed the woman curiously and probably would have told her he was fine, but he would not dismiss any showing of generosity. That was just impolite. So when Mab returned with his drink, Ryker smiled and took it happily.

“Thank you, Mab.” The smiling Cleric said before taking a sip of the drink. To his surprise, it didn’t taste like water which meant the vendor either had a trick to his mix or he hand made it. How nice.

“Our next stop is the actual fishing store up the street. The gentleman inside is a fairly decent fisher and has enough knowledge to know what he sells, but he’s no master of the trade. His prices are outrageous because he doesn’t know their true price points. The only reason he is still afloat is that he has good materials and no one else has been able to catch up to him because of how he operates. We won’t be buying from him though so you don’t have to worry about emptying your pockets or spending a cent.“ Ryker took a light sip of his drink again and swallowed it slowly, letting his mouth savor the taste. He would be back to that vendor; there was no doubt about that.

“There’s someone else I need to talk to in the store; The Fool Fisherman’s bodyguard. We won’t be long this time so don’t wander too far.” The Fox-tail’s ears drooped a little and he smiled happily as the delicious flavor of the juice fill his mouth once again. Ah yes… delicious…

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Strawberry Juice

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Mab

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[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 15 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 504	Tags: Ryker	Skills: none used

Watching carefully at Ryker as he took the first sip of his drink, his face was priceless. The surprise it showed that this stuff actually tasted good was indescribable. Mab could not put it in words at all. He smiled so Ryker must have enjoyed his first sip.

“You are welcome.”

The girl said smiling back at the small fisherman. Only for a few seconds did Mab allow herself to think about the goodies she was carrying with her. There was a waiting game going on, Mab really wanted to try some of the food. She hoped it tasted as good as the promise of its smell made. This would need to wait the honey blonde reminded herself sternly. She would wait until the shopping was complete and there was one more destination. Ryker explained that they were going to the fishing shop. Ryker explained his game plan. So instead of dealing with the store owner directly this time he would be dealing with the dodgy bodyguard instead. A million questions popped up in the druid’s mind but she decided to wait for a bit and see what would happen once inside the store. Mab had no clue as to what to expect really but she decided to be surprised yet once again. This because the fun sized fisherman had earned that level of trust due to the last store they visited. Longing for the foodstuffs once again came clouding Mab’s mind. With gentle urging she pushed them aside. Mab wanted to pay attention to what came next.

“I am just going to look around.”

Mab told Ryker as they entered the store. Making sure never to wander out of eye sight from the fisherman she looked around at the different products the store offered. Mab nodded in a friendly manner to both the bodyguard who was guarding the front of the store and the owner, probably, who was tending a customer at the counter, near the back of the store. Not knowing their names or any of the sort Mab would stay within earshot of Ryker. This because she realised that he was quite the shrewd negotiator. Mab was curious what he was up to. She suspected it had something to do with what he bought in the desert shop. What he was planning to do remained a mystery to the by now very interested druid. Not wanting to interfere Mab was looking at random stuff displayed, making sure not to touch any of the wares. Mab had no clue what all the different items meant, or why they would be important for fishing; the rods and lures she understood, the weird looking tents, or the strange looking parasols however seemed out of place. Different boxes in all kind of sizes, reels. It seemed like this fishing store had it all. I wonder how he makes all this stuff? Mab thought, but making sure to pay attention to whatever it was Ryker was doing. She wanted to make sure she witnessed it all.

[Ryker]

Ryker - Level 1 - Cleric

HP: 100%

MP: 100%

It wasn’t long before they were at the fishing store and Ryker felt his blood boil at the disgusting name, “King Fisherman’s Shop”. Oh how disgusting and shameless it truly was, and nearly every other player whom walked passed had no idea how terrible it was. Ryker on the other hand knew all about it, and he was willing to push his pacifist-like mind off a cliff if he needed to just to ensure the scrub behind the door in front of him paid his dues. However, the fox tail kept his emotions level and instead he took another sip of the satisfying juice in his hands. He wished it was tea now. Damn, he could go for some tea. Good tea always seemed to keep him calm. Tea, some crackers, and maybe a delicious lunch after sounded nice. Or maybe the lunch would come before; whichever came first didn’t really matter.

The little derailment allowed Ryker to steady his thoughts and he followed Mab inside this time, careful not to stare at the pretty blonde too much as he did so. Upon entering the fishing store, Ryker was immediately engulfed in the sight of the stuffed store. Trophies lined the walls with rows of fishing rods all around them. The inventory of the store was massive and had nearly everything from fishing hooks to fishing attire. What made things even more amazing, if one could call it that, was the wide level-range the stuff covered. There was equipment for both beginners and masters in the store, all carefully labeled and priced. It was almost like a damn money maker. No, that’s exactly what it was.

“Good Afternoon, Mr. Preston.” Ryker’s left ear twitched to the familiar deep voice of a man whom he had seen and talked to a few times already. That man was the stores asset protection, and his name was Mr. Suit. No, really, that was his character name. He loved suits.

“I told you not to call me that. It’s Ryker, Mr. Suit.” The Fox’s ears twitched a little as he turned to face the extremely tall, six-foot British African male whom had approached him. Mr. Suit smiled and bowed slightly, Ryker returning the motion, and then the two shook hands.

“I see that the owner is scamming someone new?” A low hiss escaped Ryker’s lips as he turned to face the interaction between the owner of the store and another player, who coincidentally didn’t seem to be a high level based on the gear he was wearing. Ryker had been fooled before though so he would not say anything of that matter.

“You speak as if he scams everyone, Ryker. We both know that isn’t true.” The response made the hairs on Ryker’s neck stand up. Not true? Pathetic words which were false in their own right. Ryker could not agree to any of that.

“We both know how he gets all of this stuff. How do you even put up with it?” The Cleric sipped from his drink and took a moment to look around the store slowly, getting a tab on where Mab was. She had stayed close, good. He would rather not have her get too far. Not here, at least.

“He pays me well and I am able to perform upkeep on all of my equipment. I recently purchased a new armor set and two new swords. I have a shield being fabricated at the White Anvil as well.” Blood money, that’s what Mr. Suit was getting and he damn well knew it. Ryker sighed heavily at the words he was being told and he almost called the tall man an idiot, but he had done that far too many times before.

“I have to admit. Holding this on your conscience must be tough, so I respect you for that.” The juice bottle Ryker held was getting low, and the Cleric rumbled a little at the near weightlessness. He wished he had more.

“Mr. Ryker, I am here simply because of the money. We both know that. I do not agree with the owner’s methods of thievery and blackmail either, but it is allowing me to grow as a player in this game. I am able to fund my projects, arm myself, and have also found a nice place for myself and my family for which I must provide. You all say I could do better, but this is the best I know of and—“ Ryker reached up and pat the big man gently on his back, signaling that the Foxtail had heard enough. A soft smile crossed his face and he finished off the drink in his hand before depositing the empty bottle into his inventory. Mr. Suit grimaced a little as he stood there, now silent.

“How are your daughters, Lockhart?” Ryker asked, sliding his hands into his pockets as he stood there. Mr. Suit chuckled at the sudden change of pace and crossed his arms.

“They are well. My son enjoys this game more than them though, but they are coming around slowly. My wife keeps an eye on them and makes sure they don’t run off too far.” Mr. Suit spoke much softer than he had before, but this time he spoke with a smile. His eyes stared straight into nothing as if he was picturing his family in his mind.

“I heard your son went off to help in Sarum. Any word?” That was when the heavy sigh came out of Mr. Suit’s mouth. Ryker took it as a bad sign, but he could have been wrong.

“Thankfully, the fool has become strong. He and his friends didn’t meet much resistance on the way and played a good role in the initial attack. Sadly, he doesn’t plan to come home for a while but that is his decision. I’m proud of him no matter what choice he makes.” Ryker began to chuckle a little to himself as Mr. Suit spoke.

“At least he found his place.” Ryker’s arms twitched, as if he was about to drink from a ghost bottle but he restrained himself. The two grew quiet after that little back and forth, but it didn’t last. Mr. Suit seemed to become restless and he closed his eyes, giving in to the feeling.

“I know you didn’t come here for small talk, Ryker.” Mr. Suit hit the nail on the head, and Ryker chuckled a little.

“You know me too well. I heard that there was a new fishing store. The Anchor’s Belly or some such. Family owned, family run, low prices, high quality.” Mr. Suit laughed as Ryker spoke.

“You are well informed! I expect nothing less of the Rodless Fisherman.” Mr. Suit kept laughing while Ryker hissed at him. Oh how he hated that name but it was something he earned because of never actually getting a rod since he started to play. That would change today, hopefully.

“Of course. I keep tabs on the Fishing economy better than the fool behind the counter. A true businessman knows his competition and competes. He doesn’t threaten or put a gun to the other people’s heads.” The one sharp tooth Ryker had gained upon entering the game as a foxtail stuck out of the man’s lips as he snarled. Mr. Suit placed his hand on Ryker’s shoulder to calm him a little.

“Your informant is reliable. There is a new store but it’s called the Anchor’s Bottom, not the Anchor’s Belly. The Owner has already targeted it and we plan to visit it in a few days. If you are actually looking to get something cheap that is of your liking, you may want to go quickly.” The news was spectacular, and it was something Ryker was finally pleased to hear. That bit was probably the best information he had ever heard coming from the store he stood in, and it was filled with blood already.

“I’ll be sure to spread the word. I can guarantee the others will appreciate that.” Ryker turned to face Mr. Suit, who did the same to him. The tall black man waved his hand though.

“No need. I have already taken the liberty to do so. By the time we go, everyone will have already visited the family’s store. I have also been told that they have prepared for us. The father of the family is a strong man so it will not be easy to knock him over like many of the others.” Mr. Suit extended his hand and Ryker shook it firmly. Then he waved to Mab to get the blonde’s attention, signaling that they were leaving.

“Good. I’ll remind them when we visit and see if they need any assistance. Take care of yourself, Lockhart and send your wife my regards. Keep in touch.” After getting Mab’s attention, he glared once more at the store’s owner, who was just finishing with his customer. Another scammed player. Pitiful, but Ryker had no leverage to speak up against it so he held his tongue. The owner grinned greedily at the white fox. Yes, you grin while you can…

“You take care of yourself as well, Mr. Preston.” Mr. Suit smiled and waved kindly towards Mab before making his was across the store, leaving two players on their own. Ryker nodded to the tall man and opened the door, holding it for Mab. Once she was through, he released it so it would close on its own and began to walk up the street.

“I hate that place.” Ryker scowled and grumbled a little, happy to be out of there.

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Strawberry Juice

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N/A

: Words:
1602

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Mab

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[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 22 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 520	Tags: Ryker	Skills: none used

It had taken every ounce of dignity the blonde possessed not to walk up to the counter and scream in the owners face, after hearing the conversation Ryker had with the bodyguard. Allowing Ryker to let her out she threw an ice stare at the man in front of the door. She realized that everyone had their own circumstances but that did not make it right. In fact all this bodyguard meant to her where the petty bullies that inhabited this game. She glared at the man. Not interested in asking him any questions at all. There were plenty of ways to make a decent living in this game and this was no better than living as a common thug. Even PKers stood in a higher order of ranking, at least they toyed with their fellow adventurers, they did not bother the people of the land, as there was nothing gained from it. Helping out a common mobster meant this creature was no more than a common thug. No matter the reason he chose this job, it was still wrong. Just as she breathed in to give this man an earful, she noticed that Ryker had already started to walk away. So instead she just raised a finger to this man, and said “meany!” and walked away. Not caring if the lowlife laughed at her. She took a short sprint to catch up with Ryker. A million questions running through the druid’s mind.

“Why did no-one torch that place to the ground!”

Mab started with her first comment. Still fuming about what she just heard,

“And why would anyone help that scumbag?”

Was the second volley she shot off. Still very much in an angry phase she continued,

“We are going to stop this retched filth of shopkeeper right?”

Mab stared at the smaller boy. Her eyes where burning with a rage few had ever seen. She loathed what she just witnessed just now. Her anger, whether righteous or not could not be easily abated. This kind of practice needed to be stopped. If Mab was needed to help stop it she would gladly do so. Mab was no fighter, she knew that much. She focused herself on her healing skills. Besides if this fight was happening inside city limits there was only so much she could do; lest she be hunted by the city guards.

“Hey do you have a plan to deal with this?”

Mab all of a sudden asked Ryker. Ryker was quite the schemer, or so she had noticed during their short shopping spree. Mab would not put it past the boy to already have a plan of some sort. Mab added

“if you need help, sign me up!”

Sounding very determined to act. Mab had always hated petty bullies, and this was no exception. She was fuming again just thinking about it. Her usual kind, smiling face showed emotions of anger, this girl was not putting up a show. Watching the smaller man in front of her with burning eyes her questions demanded an answer. She would not allow the priest to give half-assed answers.

[Ryker]

Ryker - Level 1 - Cleric

HP: 100%

MP: 100%

The Cleric closed his eyes and held his hands quietly in his robe’s pockets as Mab walked beside him. It was quite obvious that she was angry, and that was understandable. Ryker was just as angry when he first heard about the shop owner’s antics. However, he was a little more subtle about his approach. Mab on the other hand was almost visibly steaming, and that made Ryker smirk a little. It wasn’t because he was happy that she was angry, but happy that she cared to the point where she was angry. Most players who knew about that shop’s backstory accepted it and simply did what they could to avoid it, even if it meant spending a little extra. On the other hand, others simply thought it was the cheapest place around. Aye, that was true, but for other reasons than one would think. Reasons which Ryker choose not to bother with fighting again.

Though it seemed just the little excursion was enough to light a forest fire in Mab’s soul, and Ryker was getting an earful of the flames. He would let her rant as he knew she had dozens of questions, and Ryker was not surprised when she asked about stopping the Owner. Nor was he surprised when she asked if he had a plan. Ryker was a schemer when it came to such things so he definitely had one, but he didn’t exactly have the tools to do anything for the moment. He was a Cleric, a level one Cleric to boot. He didn’t have a fishing rod, could hardly use the sword on his waist, and none of his skills were for fighting. Now he did have his ability to speak, but that was all he had. Words would only go so far against that man and understanding that was what kept Ryker at bay. He would need more than words… Ryker needed money.

“Calm down, Mab.” After letting the blonde rant a little, Ryker finally stood upright and pulled on his robe a little, pulling in his appearance so he could relax as well. He was upset to hear that the Owner was going to target a family, but what could he do? There wasn’t much for now.

“Much of the Fishing community knows of the King Fish’s store and we all avoid it because we know the details behind its business. It’s the new fishermen and women who go in and buy his stuff because he is cheaper compared to everywhere else for reasons you can probably already guess. However, he does not get much business due to that. The problem is that he has already got enough of an income to sustain himself for quite some time and there’s more people out there watching us than just Mr. Suit.” The Cleric spoke calmly and allowed his own mind to relax, hoping it would cause Mab to calm down as well. If it didn’t, than he would understand. He would not try to make her feel any different forcefully.

“As much as we want to, we can’t simply run in there with pitchforks and torches without gaining a bad reputation as a community. We’re better than that and to show it we will run his shop into the ground, but we’re going to do it in a way which will ensure he can never come back. There’s a reason there are still plenty of fishing stores open even though everything is far too expensive.” Ryker guided Mab to the right and around a bend, leading her to the fishing market. Unlike the empty, droopy King Fisherman’s Store, this area was full of people. People of the Land and Adventurers alike were mingling in the street, trading, chatting, and exchanging information whether it was about fishing or just life in general. Several children were also in the streets, playing happily with one another as their parents either shopped or manned the stalls.

“Fishing isn’t a money maker, Mab. It’s something done to make people smile and although not everyone understands that, enough of us do.” Ryker grinned and waved at one of the shop owners the two players walked by, then he pat one of the little boys on the head who almost ran into him.

“I dislike conflict and this situation is a tense one, one that I personally wished I could avoid but it’s one which threatens my way of life as a fisherman, and not only mine but all of the people here.” The Foxtail’s ears swished back softly as he took in a deep breath, savoring the delicious air around him. Oh he loved that scent. It was filled with happiness and satisfaction. One that made him melt inside.

“Yes, Mab, I have a plan. Yes, we are going to stop him. Time is on our side, as we are living quite fine the way we are. For now, let’s focus on getting started on the right path.” As he walked, Ryker’s eyes moved from one stall to the next, checking the delicious looking mixes of fish, the various tools he could potentially choose from, as well as the few new faces which had appeared. New additions to the family appeared every day, and that was enough for Ryker to be satisfied. However, before he got too quiet, he grinned up at Mab.

“Don’t let your anger cloud your mind, pretty lady. It’ll cause you to wrinkle.” He began to laugh and nudged the woman softly as they walked. She was angry so cheering her up was something Ryker wished to do quickly. Angry women were people Ryker feared, to say the least.

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[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 22 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 534	Tags: Ryker	Skills: none used

Calm down! He said, Calm down! Mab was furious, how could she calm down? She wanted to walk straight back to that store and kick the owner in his nuts! That what she was going to do. Mab clenched her fists, and stopped mid rant. Her eyes belied her next statement but she forced it out of her throat.

“I am calm!”

Mab realized she snapped at the fun sized cleric. Realizing that when she said it she was anything but calm. As irrational as it was being told to calm down did not help at all. What did help was her own response to that. Mab understood she was lashing out at Ryker who had done nothing wrong at all. Visibly struggling to get her rampant emotions under control; Mab drew a deep breath and slowly breathed out. Mab slowly counted to ten to get her anger under control. This had always helped Mab in the past, it gave her just enough time to cool her anger. It also made it possible to listen to Ryker as he continued.

Mab felt that this whole thing was nothing but a symptom of a larger disease. If people were willing to look the other way to acts of evil like this there were larger issues at stake. Such behavior would spread to other stores, and other people would do the same thing. Mab enjoyed the freedom that every adventurer had, but the girl had never imagined people using their talents for something this vile.

Mab breathed in to argue that they damn well could run in with pitchforks and torches, but realized that unfortunately Ryker was right.

“We would be doing the same thing as they do…”

Mab agreed, they should be better than that. It seemed Ryker did have a plan of sorts. “Well why didn’t he just say so,” the druid thought irrationally. Her eyes widened, most of her anger abated. She was calm enough to listen to what Ryker had to say.

“eeh pretty lady? Me?”

Mab asked sounding very surprised. Mab had never really considered herself good looking, especially here with all the uber cuties around. Mab always figured she was kind-of plain looking. But Mab still enjoyed the compliment as a blush colored her cheeks. Where she not so angry a moment ago, it would have been obvious. However her prior anger had hidden well these flushed cheeks. Keeping up next to the priest she gently shoved him back.

“You silvered tongued devil!”

Mab stated, believing the boy’s remark was flattery more than anything else. Mab wanted to know the details of his plan and the girl had every meaning to ask him. Not sure if they should discuss his plans in the open Mab decided to wait until they were in a less crowded area. It would be ridiculous to discuss such plans here. She realized it so she decided to ask something else entirely.

“What is our next destination?”

The girl wanted to know. She wanted to know because it might be a good time to buy herself some better armor and weapon if they were going around the market anyways. As she looked at her shabby starter gear.

[Ryker]

Ryker - Level 1 - Cleric

HP: 100%

MP: 100%

The white haired Cleric raised his hands up, shook his arms a little to get his sleeves to retract a little, and laced his fingers together against the back of his head. When he was comfortable with that, he let his head lay back a little and rest on his palms, relaxing his neck as he and Mab walked. The short man grinned as he listened to Mab’s flustered responses to his little speech and he didn’t exactly hold back any laughs that his lungs decided to let out. He was enjoying himself for one of the first times in the world he was in so he had no reason to restrain himself. Though he didn’t burst out like a hyena. That would just be weird, and unnecessary as it would also disturb the folks around him. However, that was as much of a worry for him as his next encounter was.

Unlike the other two, Ryker didn’t know the people he would be talking to. He didn’t know their names, their faces, their store, or their backstories. All he knew was the name of the store they owned and the fact that they had taken over the small building another man once owned. That man was a fool in his own right and had abandoned it after discovering that he didn’t have the patience for being a merchant, let alone fishing. And yet, Ryker didn’t feel uncomfortable with strolling up and initiating a conversation. From what Mr. Suit had said, the family was fitting in just well with the rest of the Community. If that was true than there would be no problems with just popping in, but he might have a bit of trouble getting what he wanted.

“There.” Ryker gave a quick directional point towards the small building to the two players’ left. It wasn’t the last store, being four doors before the corner, but it wasn’t exactly in a prime location. The end of the row wasn’t as busy as the middle of the beginning as a lot of the stuff people needed was there. The end of the row was more leftovers, but that was just to the regular eye. For the community, the end of the row was the place to go. The last two shops had high quality, prime bait and a huge variety at that. The shop on the left just before the bait shop was filled with different nets, tackles, hooks, and a happy old man who had plenty of knowledge of where to get fish. On the right, the two shops there were both owned by master crafters; one a tailor, one a blacksmith. The last two shops on the left were usually equipment shops, and they both still were.

“The Anchor’s Bottom.” The sign above the door showed the name of the store and Ryker didn’t really have to say it, but he did anyways just in case Mab wasn’t looking at the right spot.

“From what I’ve heard it is family owned and run. The goods they sell are high quality but they sell them for very low prices so I can bet they are crafters as well. Usually the prices are higher if you have to pay someone else to make the item.” The Cleric rumbled a little as he wiggled his nose. He had been quite interested in the store since it opened and now that he was finally going to see inside it, he could hardly contain his excitement.

“Oh boy…” He mumbled as he started to reach for the door. It was a sliding-style door so he reached for the sliding handle rather than a knob. Yet, the sound of laughing made him pause.

“Wha—“ The door was shoved open and an object just as large as Ryker bolted out, slamming right into him. Ryker barked in fright as he was slammed to the ground by a wiggling force. Instantly upon impact with the floor, pain filled his body as his head slammed against the rough ground and he felt a knee dig into his side. Even though he was hurt, his arms wrenched down on the object that had hit him and held it still; it was a kid.

“Oi…” The Cleric mumbled as he slowly released the child, who quickly rolled off the man and stood up.

“I’m sorry!” The boy shouted and he bent over, bowing in an apologetic manner. The second he did so, a flying piece of metal flew out the door and banged against the kids head, knocking him over onto the floor. Ryker sat up as he heard the other body hit the ground and rubbed his own head.

“…..Well then.” With his vision still a little blurry, Ryker looked up at Mab and grinned awkwardly.

“This is going to be fun, don’t you think?” A pained, confused, and frightened laugh fell out of Ryker’s mouth as he sat there.

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	Mab:: Level 22 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 705	Tags: Ryker	Skills: Heartbeat Healing

Mab noticed the store Ryker was pointing towards. So this was the store they needed to be. As Ryker was about to enter, he was bowled over by a kid roughly the same size as the cleric. Mab pressed her hands in front of her mouth trying not to cry out in laughter. Mab had serious difficulty not to do so, and instead snickered behind her hands. The situation was just too ridiculous. Just as the boy bowed to apologise an object came flying towards him to hit him right over the head. Mab could no longer hold it in and shamelessly laughed at the entire situation.

“Bwaahahahaha!”

Mab called out as she doubled over in laughter. It took her a moment to get back a semi serious face as she realised that the kid could have been seriously hurt. Mab was not too concerned about Ryker as he had the ability to heal himself if needed. Mab rushed to the kid to see if he was alright. As he did fall to the ground Mab just wanted to make sure that he was unhurt. Seeing the kid on the ground Mab activated her heartbeat healing skill, the boy would be surrounded in sparkling green energy that healed his wounds slowly. It would easily stop any injury obtained from the flying object to the kids head. As Mab was standing next to the piece of metal, the girl decided to pick it up. For the life of her, she could not figure out what it was, or how it ended up outside, banging this poor kid’s head.

Mab first extended her hand towards Ryker to help him up.

“Are you two alright?”

Mab asked both boys. Ryker seemed fine though in some pain. However the boy just groaned slightly waiting for the pain to subside. Once Ryker was on his feet, the druid would extend her hand towards the kid.

“Hey can you get up?”

She asked the kid. She bent her knees and crouched down so her face would be level with the boy. Sounds came from the store, as a call came out for the boy.

“Bobby get your ass inside and help me out!”

An older man’s voice called out from inside the store. The boy’s eyes opened wide and his thoughts were clearly written on his face. “Crap... I got caught sneaking out....” Maybe the boy did not want to help out today. Maybe the kid just wanted to play outside. Mab did not know, but she extended her hand again saying.

“Busted Bobby”

Her voice had some sympathy but only a little, as with his desperate fleeing attempt the kid managed to bowl over Ryker and hurting him in the process. She pulled the boy to his feet, the heartbeat healing would have completed its course and the boy would be just fine. No more pains or aches from the weird metal object Mab was now holding.

Looking at it to examine the girl had no clue what it was. Mab had half a mind to toss it back into the store towards the one throwing it. Mab assumed it was the owner who did that. But since she wasn’t sure.... She decided against that. Though she would not give it back. Well not immediately. Finders keepers.... Was her sentiment on this item. Not that it held any use for Mab. She was just irked that someone irresponsible threw this thing and did not think it could hurt anyone but the intended target.

“Hey you two lets go inside!”

Mab urged both boys. As she headed towards the door. Mab decided to knock and yell...

“Please stop throwing random metal objects.... Customers coming through!”

Before she opened the door. As Mab walked in she smiled broadly at whomever she would find in the store.

“Good afternoon.... We found Bobby.... We.... Kind off bumped into him on our way in”

Mab said as she gently shoved the kid forwards. Bobby had been silent, and only been protesting with his eyes. But he knew he was partly to blame to what happened to Ryker, and well he did feel guilty about that. So he decided not to run away from his responsibilities.

[Ryker]

Ryker - Level 1 - Cleric

HP: 100%

MP: 100%

The headache came quick and Ryker’s skull felt like it was going to explode as it started to thud. He groaned slightly from the discomforting feeling and cast the only healing spell he had on himself; Healing Light. It didn’t do much about his health, as that was full, but the warm touch it rubbed his skull with was soothing. The throbbing stopped after a few more seconds and he was able to see straight again. The first thing he looked at was the hurt child, but he seemed to be alright as Mab had cast he own spell on him. That was smart and relieved Ryker’s conscience. However, the metal piece laying on the ground was probably the reason the boy had fallen over again. Ryker wouldn’t lie; that aim was spot on.

“Thanks.” Ryker muttered as Mab gave him a hand, er well offered to help him up. Giving hands was weird, and Ryker didn’t want one. He was happy with two. Whatever, he got up and brushed the extra guests on his robe off. Dirt and rocks hit the ground as he cleaned himself off and once he was all set, he looked up to see a well built, middle-aged gentleman standing just inside the doorway. He was tall, really tall, and muscular. Dear god those arms. Well, Ryker had already signed his will when he reached for the door so he might as well hand it in.

“Your child has the same sense of adventure I did when I was young…” Ryker said aloud as he walked in behind Mab and the boy. He didn’t stop in the entrance though and walked right passed the other two. As he did so, he patted the boy on the head. If Ryker had been taller it probably would have been a more significant one; another disadvantage of being short. Curses…

Immediately upon entering, Ryker was caught off-guard by what he saw. The shop was a little rundown inside and there wasn’t exactly a lot to speak about. There were fishing rods built and crafted along the backwall behind a small counter, but everything else looked like junk. There were two raised islands in the middle of the store but they were filled in a very disorganized manner, making it look like a giant mess of sorts. The equipment gathered along the walls wasn’t in any better shape. It was an immediate turn-off, however Ryker would give the place a shot. If the others were speaking about it, than he would find out why.

“…but it doesn’t seem like he has the same sense of his surroundings.” The white haired player tore his eyes away from the scenery and walked up to the muscular man. Once he was in front of the massive beast, Ryker stood up as tall as he could right in front of the other player, which wasn’t exactly very much. The guy had to have been around six foot, maybe taller and his biceps were as big as Ryker’s head.

“And you are?” The man was sincere in his questioning, and the look on his face was even more so. It was as if he was thinking of ripping Ryker’s head right off the Cleric’s shoulders. Please, please don’t do that.

“I am Ryker, good sir. I am a Fisherman. I was one in reality and chose to continue my hobby here. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Ryker extended his hand towards the massive man in front of him, but his hand was eyed with suspicion. However, the hesitation did not last and Ryker’s hand was met with one nearly twice the size.

“I bet Ryker is yer character’s name, so I’ll give ya mine; Gram.” The handshake was firm, overpowering, but one Ryker had felt multiple times. The Cleric simply smiled at the response and held onto the larger man’s hand for a few moments; Gram let go first.

“My beautiful accomplice over there is Mab.” With his hand free, Ryker stepped to the right out of the way and motioned to the Honey Blonde standing beside the guilty child. Gram eyed her just as suspiciously, but that only made Ryker even more interested.

“Ma’am.” Gram nodded his head at the other player and bowed slightly as he did so. Ryker went silent after the introduction, leaving the trio to themselves for a moment as he made his way over to some of the equipment along the walls.

“Feel free tah look ‘round. Let meh know if ye find anythin’ to yer likin’.” Gram said before snapping his fingers at his child. The young boy quietly responded and dragged his feet as he approached his father. Gram’s hand came down like a rock once the boy was in range and he nearly lifted the child off his feet as the two walked through the door which led to the back. Ryker paid them no mind himself, but instead began to fish in the tools.

“Mab, come here please deary.” Ryker beckoned as he looked at the collection of tools, hoping the woman would come over so he could speak quietly. As he waited, Ryker noticed something odd about what he was looking at. As horrible as the stuff looked, there was no actual damage to it. The fishing hooks were finely made but dusty. The reels spun with ease and there was no sign of ware on them. The fishing knives he picked up were also extremely sharp, to his surprise. Not a single item was dull… it was like looking into a pile of diamonds disguised as a mud pit.

“What…?” The Cleric whispered to himself as he picked up one piece after another. It was like there was some sort of black magic at work in front of him, and he felt like that was only the beginning.

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[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 22 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 511	Tags: Ryker	Skills: none used

Staying silent during the introductions that were made, Mab just looked and nodded until Gram’s head turned her way, the store owner seemed utterly unimpressed. Then he did the weirdest thing ever. He “Ma’amd” her. Mab was many things, but a ma’am she was not. She scrunched her face a little when she heard that. It seemed so silly to call her a ma’am.

“Hello Mister Gram,”

Mab replied in answer.

“Please call me Mab.... Ma’am makes me feel like my grandmother.”

The girl answered, friendly. She held out the weird metal object.

“Strange this... It came flying out, almost hitting my friend here. It was lucky that Bobby intercepted it.... with his.... head...”

While she spoke, Mab’s eyes spoke of amusement, not anger. The druid handed the unusual metal object back to the store owner, just before the man would lift up the boy and head to the back. Nodding at the owners parting instructions she heard another unusual word. She whipped her head to the voice that said “Deary” The way that sounded was like a grandma would say it. What was it with the strange remarks today. Mab took a deep breath and sighed for a second.

“Deary....?” the word that followed right behind was; “Really?”

She said drily, raising her eyebrows slightly. Her hands almost automatically balled to fists and where firmly planted at her sides.

“Are you my grandmother?”

She looked at Ryker, slightly cocking her head sideways. The girl had visibly suppressed her laughter. No-one called her deary besides old people. It did not stop Mab from walking over to Ryker. To look at what he wanted Mab to look at. She noticed stuff. Stuff that looked well made, but that did not seem to weird. Wasn’t that usual?

“What are we looking for?”

Mab asked, she meant the supplies they needed to complete the fishing gear. He did give out a shopping list earlier, but with the shenanigans at the previous store Mab had mostly forgotten the lists contents. That was another thing, how would they approach the other issue. Mab really was not a plotter or a planner much, she was rather impulsive most days. She knew she wanted to help these people because it was wrong for the other guy to do what he did. However the first impression she got from this store was that they liked throwing their stuff towards random places. Her face betrayed her thoughts as per usual and the girl just stared at the wares.

“Hey... how are we gonna breach he subject we discussed earlier with this guy?”

Mab quietly asked, her voice lowered to that just above a whisper. Mab hoped her question was vague enough that casual listeners had no clue what she meant unless they knew about the topic Mab and Ryker had discussed earlier. There was little chance of that, since none of the faces in the store reminded Mab of people she had seen earlier today. Mab did not think anyone was listening in, but one could never be too sure about that.

[Ryker]

Ryker - Level 1 - Cleric

HP: 100%

MP: 100%

Ryker rumbled a little to himself and continued to fish through the pieces of fishing equipment. He was both confused, elated, and bothered by the sight before him and his flustered swatting and mumbling was probably going to show that. Yet he kept digging. Everything in front of him was in almost perfect condition but it wasn’t polished, painted, cleaned, or anything. Why? Wouldn’t someone with such skill take care of their stuff? Why wouldn’t they showcase it? If it was Ryker, he would put spotlights on everything. That was just him though. On the other hand, these fools didn’t know what quality was! They did get one thing right, however, by not putting pricetags on anything. That just made it even more attractive…

“I will bring that topic up in a moment. For now, I want you to look at this stuff.” Without exactly turning to face Mab, Ryker spoke softly and continued to dig until he found two very nice fishing reels. With them in hand, he popped out of the little trough and stood up. Then, he showed them up to Mab to see.

“Everything here is something a master crafter can make with ease. That is why there is so much of it. But not a single one of these items are polished or taken care of in the least. Why is that?” Ryker carefully handed Mab the two reels for her to look at if she wanted to and then went to the closest island in the middle of the store.

“Either someone is forcing these guys to make everything, or it’s just plain laziness. If it is the former, than we may be too late to influence anything. If it is the latter, then I might have to smack around that big man a little bit.” A soft chuckle escaped Ryker’s lips as he thought about making that oversized grown man cry. It was an impossible feat, but it would be quite funny. At least for Ryker it would be. He never really got the chance to beat anything.

Speaking of an overgrown man; as Ryker began to circle the island, the massive Gram reappeared from the back of the store. His hands were placed firmly on his hips and he seemed like a completely different person. There was light in his eyes, a smile on his face, and his muscles were retracted as if he was making himself look less menacing. It seemed as if his child was the key to such anger. Who could blame him? Ryker wouldn’t. Upon hearing the door to the back move, Ryker turned to face the large man and was quite surprised at the sight, but it made things easier so he didn’t waste any time. There was no telling when the man’s kid would interrupt.

“Mr. Gram—“ Ryker started but a heavy hand raised into the air as Gram stopped him mid-sentence. Ryker did so gladly. He didn’t want to feel the wrath of those arms.

“Just Gram is alright.” The large man spoke loudly and happily while making his way over to where Ryker was. Boy, he was intimidating… Ryker wondered who his wife was… It takes two to tango in the sheets, right? Oh god is he asexual?

“Gram, I have a question for you.” Ryker stated as he dug through some of the stuff in island trough. Gram raised an eyebrow as he stood there, his hands leaving his sides as he walked right over to where Ryker was standing. The white-haired fox didn’t take long to retrieve a reel and a few good looking fishing hooks and he took even less time displaying them for Gram.

“Why is it…” Ryker began to speak as he handed the reel over to Gram but continued to hold onto the hooks.

“…that the items you are selling are poorly maintained?” The question didn’t effect Gram’s happy-poker face but it did make him hesitate in a response. Ryker’s ears twitched at the sight.

“Let’s jus say dat there is no time fer me to do such things.” No time? No time in a world where you have nothing to do except for either build combat experience or craft?

“Then let me ask you this.” Ryker returned the fishing hooks to the island trough and made his way passed Gram, walking up to the fishing rods hanging from the ceiling. Every single rod was brilliantly put together, however the choice of wooden shafts didn’t seem to fit. Yes, the only fault in all of the items he had seen. It didn’t fit.

“Why would a man who stands with such pride let himself own a store which looks as if it was run by a pitiful excuse for a fisherman?” Ryker heard a hard step and looked over his shoulder to see Gram eyeing him hard. Ryker narrowed his eyes on the man and pointed up at the rods, as if displaying that he had found the fault.

“Tell me, Gram… What bait would be best for catching a fish…? Live bait or a wiggling tackle?” The question was quite subtle to most ears, but Ryker was looking for a very specific answer. One that would decide who this man was and one which would determine whether Ryker stayed in the store or not.

“You use live herring. It may be more time consuming in order to get the bait, but it is more natural and faster because of the bait’s living motions.” A soft voice came from Ryker’s left and the foxtail’s ears twitched hard. He glanced over to see a young looking, petite female elf standing there. She smiled happily at Ryker and held her hands crossed in front of her.

“Oh…?” Ryker whispered slyly as a grin crossed his face. He began to chuckle a little and then looked back at Gram. So, that was how it was.

“My apologies, Gram.” Ryker bowed his head in an apologetic manner and then stood upright. He then turned to face the new female face, now knowing who he really should be talking to.

“No worries me friend. I culdn’t ansah yer question right even if I tried.” Gram laughed and placed the fishing reel he held back into the trough. Ryker smirked at the noise and continued to stare at the woman. She was a pretty lady, but that seemed pretty much it. If it weren’t for her answer, he would have thought otherwise.

“My name is Rinsha.” The woman said as she bowed her head lightly. Ryker looked over at Mab and winked at her, then looked back at the woman who called herself Rinsha. Gram and Rinsha; totally different name schemes from two completely different looking people. Fantastic.

“I am Ryker. It is a pleasure. This is my first time ever meeting a female fisherman in the game.” Rinsha made her way over to the counter and Ryker hopped up onto one of the stools there. Gram was about to approach them but was quickly waved off by his wife. Ryker looked over his shoulder towards Mab and wiggled his nose. He thought it best for her to find her gear, but he figured helping her pick things out would be best. So rather than leave her to her devices, the Cleric waved the woman over. Ryker looked over towards Rinsha and placed his fingertips on the edge of the counter, essentially holding himself up to the thing. The downside of being short.

“Mrs. Rinsha… have you heard of the so-called… King Fisherman?” Rinsha smiled at the question and maintained her calm demeanor. Well, that was a good sign.

“I have. Many of the others warned my husband and me of who he was as well as the type of business he ran. He warned us of how he would attempt to blackmail us or how he threatened to send killers after us if we left the city.” Yup, that was the same guy and Ryker sighed at the sound of the acknowledgement of his educated guess.

“But I am not afraid of some young fool. My husband fights off plenty of men every day.” Rinsha giggled and looked over at her Husband. Gram rumbled to himself and escaped to the other side of the store where he began fumbling with a fishing reel. He must have been interested in the conversation, or he was acting as a guard dog. Ryker wouldn’t blame him. A strange pair had just appeared, one of whom knew a lot of the hobby his wife liked. Ryker was not interested in swooning the woman though, he just wanted information.

“That is good to hear. Many other businesses have been closed down because of that man’s antics and it only grows worse with time but knowing you two are prepared for his appearance, which puts me at ease.” Ryker sighed happily and wiggled his ears as he nestled into the chair, making himself more comfortable.

“Oh? Are you the overseer of the community or something?” Rinsha asked. Ryker laughed.

“Oh gods no. I hardly pay attention to my own actions. Putting me in a position of watching over others would be begging for disaster.” The Cleric nestled into his chair and looked over at Mab. He chuckled a little.

“See, Mab? The King Fisherman may be a bad guy but we hold our own. It just takes an oversized guard dog sometimes.” Ryker fought his eyes over looking at Gram, but he lost, and he made eye contacted. The man made the neck cutting motion. Oh boy…

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[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 22 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 747	Tags: Ryker	Skills: none used

Mab silently watched at the wares Ryker showed her. They looked perfectly fine to her. Sure they weren’t new and shiney, but did that really matter? Mab shrugged her shoulders, here was no way to answer Rykers question. Mab had no clue why this was the way it was.

“I don’t know.... But I am sure you are going to tell me.”

Mab said, her prediction coming true as the fisherman’s rant continued. He talked about smacking someone around. Had Mab missed something. Yeah the large guy was intimidating. But Mab had not realy sensed any malice or ill will from Gram. In fact he did seem rather caring towards the boy. What Mab could see was someone protective, not a bully. But she had been wrong about people before. She could be mistaken here.

“Warn me if you...”

Mab was just about to tell Ryker but was interrupted as the burly man came walking back. Ryker spoke up to him. Hearing the cleric speak to Gram, the thing that Mab thought was... “How is it that Ryker does not get punched in the face very often?” The way he spoke to Gram was almost rude. Was it his fun sized stature? Was it some charisma that Mab just did not understand? What? She would need to ask him later. Mab felt that Ryker did have something charming about him... but had he spoken to her in such a tone... well her fist would have probably aimed for his nose. Even though violence was not allowed in town, there were ways around it. Most people today knew how to avoid breaking that rule. This rule didn’t even apply to the landers. Mab found that rather strange.

Focussing her attention back to the conversation because a new voice had been inserted into the mix Mab turned herself to face the elfin woman. Her voice was pretty and soothing. Mab nodded her head in greeting to the new face. It seemed she seemed to be quite knowledgeable about fishing. It seemed she impressed the impudent dwarf next to her.

Right after Rykers introduction Mab made hers,

“Hi I am Mab and I know nothing at all about fishing... I guess much like Gram over there.”

Mab said grinning from ear to ear while nodding her head towards him in a friendly gesture. Mab’s face turned serious once they started discussing that nasty bully. Mab listened to the womans trust in her husband. It was touching, it really was. Mab smiled when Rinsha explained her view of the situation. But her smile vanished when Ryker addressed her.

“I don’t think they should face him on their own. What happens if he brings more then just one dumb ass muscle man? What happens if he brings a small crew of people with him. A bully like that would never come just alone, he wants an audience of underlings to kick around while he does his vile deeds.”

Mab could not stand bullies and the way these cowards went about their business.

“You are both adventurers right?”

Mab asked both Gram and Rinsha. Both seemed to agree to the druids assessment of their status as adventurer. This was good because it allowed Mab to do the following. She opened her menu screen and sent both Gram and Rinsha an friend request.

“Add me, and if you are in trouble, and could use some healing assistance or anything of the sort. Even if it just a witness that can call in help...”

Mab did not even finish the sentence. She was sure both of them got what she wanted to say. They looked very intelligent. Well Rinsha did.

“I just happen to hate bullies, and I could use the experience helping out if you guys got into trouble. It is not purely out of sincere motives but I mean well.”

Mab said telling the truth. She felt that holding back would only estrange both Gram and Rinsha. Besides Mab was a firm believer of honesty. She did hope that they would accept help. This way it was not damaging to their pride if it did. This because the girl did not act out of the purest of selfless motives. There was some gain for Mab as well if she was allowed to help out. Mab looked at Ryker, thinking she might have learned something from him on this day. If both parties standed to gain, an agreement would have been reached much easier.

[Ryker]

Ryker - Level 1 - Cleric

HP: 100%

MP: 100%

“Oh…?” The one oversized tooth popped out of Ryker’s mouth as he grinned a little in reaction to Mab’s response. Mab was quite the speculator to say the least, and Ryker thought that trait a positive one. However, preparation would probably help with handling much of what she was worried about. She also seemed to be quite aggressive towards the subject, which he would not blame her for. Ryker himself didn’t particularly like violent people or cheats, he just dealt with them much more… subtly.

“We are always accepting of new friends. I will be sure to contact you should we ever be in trouble, Mab.” Rinsha smiled at Mab as she received the request, and then happily accepted it. Gram on the other hand only grumbled as he followed his wife’s actions. He wasn’t very verbal about it but if his wife was okay with it, than so would he.

“Now, I know you are both worried about my husband and I’s store, but I believe we will do fine. We have dealt with troublesome people just like this King Fisherman person several times before so I think we can handle another one.” Rinsha smiled brightly and looked at both Mab and Ryker as she spoke, hoping to reassure the pairing that she would do well.

“The people around us are also quite nice so I don’t think he will try to come here anytime soon.” That was when Ryker began to shake his head. He sighed and sat up in his chair a little as he prepared to speak.

“That’s probably something which you don’t understand; he’s going to walk right in here and threaten you no matter what day or time it is. I can’t stop it and because of how the game works, no one else can either, so just be prepared. And you may already know this, but remember this as well; a person’s weight is the same in game as it is out of the game.” A soft chuckle came out of Ryker’s throat, and another came from Gram. At least he understood it.

“Now then…” Ryker popped off his chair and landed on his feet, having had enough of the tense conversation he wanted to move on. More specifically, he wanted his stuff. The Fisherman was on the verge of getting a fishing pole and he was surrounded by the stuff he could use to make it. He also had the items required to get all of that stuff so he didn’t want to wait longer than he had to. The Cleric had weaseled his way around some information and had done some enlightening of the targeted store, not that it was really necessary as he now learned. Dwelling on the subject would only make things worse for him; he didn’t like hostile environments.

“I need some stuff.” Ryker made his way over to the two center islands and scratched at his head as he began to think of what he needed as well as what he wanted. He would need a balance between them today; he needed stuff which was sturdy but also cheap.

“Well, I have plenty of stuff around so it shouldn’t be hard for you to find that.” Rinsha laughed at the Fox’s wording and taunted him with it. Ryker only rumbled a little while he leaned into one of the troughs.

“Mab and I are making fishing poles from scratch so we need reels, lines, guides, hooks, and maybe some tackles and lures in case we run out of bait.” Ryker began to fish through the pile of fishing equipment again but this time rather than glossing over everything, he began to eye each piece much more intently. He wasn’t just looking this time; he was buying, so he needed to pay attention to what he was grabbing. The Fisherman also needed to build the pole in his mind so he could compare each piece and see how it would affect the outcome.

“We have plenty of those items around the store so feel free to search to your hearts content. All of the prices are negotiable so don’t fret over any tags if you see them.” The single word, negotiable, made Ryker’s ears twitch. That was perfect.

“The lack of color on everything is a bit of a deterrent. Why is everything made without color?” Ryker pulled out two reels as he asked his question and showed them to Rinsha. She only waved the question off and grinned at him.

“My daughter is an artisan and she does a lot of the coloring of the items we make. If you wish for something to be colored, I can tell you where her home is so you can talk to her about it. I will send a message ahead so she will know not to charge you any extra.” Rinsha spoke the words that satisfied the once disgusted Cleric, and they made sense. Rinsha was a fisherman and Gram was most likely the crafter of the metal wares so neither of them probably had any type of artistic talent in their characters. Hearing that there was an option for color made things much easier.

“Hear that Mab? We can go to an artist and I can get a hot pink fishing rod!” Ryker began to laugh to himself as he dipped back into the trough, searching for more stuff. The place was a goldmine, and he was going to dig for the biggest nugget he could find.

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[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 22 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 513	Tags: Ryker	Skills: none used

Mab was satisfied with their answers. They accepted her request to be added to their friend list and would call if they were in need of extra assistance. There was nothing more that Mab could do. She helped to warn them, it was ultimately up to them to decide if they wanted the druid’s help. She smiled warmly at both store owners. Mab would not bring up the matter any longer. Ryker seemed to be of the same disposition. Mab just said,

“Yay... new friends!”

The honey blonde girl did not make further comments about the issue. Instead she listened as Ryker explained what they needed for their fishing expedition. Rinsha was most kind, and told them to look where they wanted, and the prices were not fixed. Mab never really tried to haggle. This because well if someone had worked hard to create these things, they should get paid what they thought the effort was worth. Mab would not argue and leave it up to the cunning fox to deal with the prices.

“Eeehm.... Rinsha..... What would you recommend the absolute beginner?”

Mab asked the store owner. Asking Gram would probably be useless, he was not the fishing expert. Rinsha seemed to move about the store and pick out a few items. She seemed to know precisely what the druid would need as a starting fisherman. While collecting the items Mab looked at the elven woman as she went about. The woman was softly humming as she did so. It also gave Ryker the time to look for what he wanted.

“Mab?” Rinsha asked, “Do you want these items coloured?”

Mab could care less, if the fishing rod had colours or not. But she was curious about the artisan. Mab decided that yes she did want them coloured. So the druid nodded her head confirming the store owner’s question.

“In that case I won’t assemble the rod here. You can come back when that is done, or if Ryker feels confident, he can do it?”

Rinsha explained briefly as she started to put the items in a handy bag to transport items in. The rod she would leave outside of the bag, as it was too tall. Rinsha waited with the transaction part because she wanted to wait for Ryker to complete his search. Mab just looked and waited, for Ryker to complete his set.

Mab wanted to know how Ryker would finish the transaction. In the mean time Mab was considering the colours design she wanted for her new, not yet shiny, fishing rod. There would need to be a red, and a blue colour. Maybe the reel could be in a different colour. She would need to wait, and see what the artisan would recommend. As ryker finished up their end of the transaction, Mab smiled at the two and thanked them for all their help and bid them a nice day. Mab listened to the detailed description Rinsha gave as directions to her daughters house.

“Bye... Thanks for all the help!”

Mab said as they left the fishing store.

[Ryker]

Ryker - Level 1 - Cleric

HP: 100%

MP: 100%

Leaving Mab to her own devices for the moment, Ryker began to fish through the center right island trough again. Rather than just look at everything, Ryker began to grab with the intent to keep. However he set some ground rules for himself just to ensure his items would work with one another. First, he needed his pieces to be light. The three wooden sticks he had were strong and slender but they weren’t extremely thick so they wouldn’t be useful in situations where he had to pull in a larger fish. If he got something that oversized, he would be better off letting it steal the bait or cutting his line. Once the pole was put together, taking it apart could sometimes be more of a pain than it was worth.

Weight was one issue, compatibility was another. Sure the rod would be homemade but he would need it to make sense. With a slender pole, he needed a smaller reel and smaller guides. The fishing line was just a line so that didn’t matter as much, but the length would. To put it simply; Ryker’s first rod was going to be a small one compared to the others he would make but that was simply because of the materials he had available to him. If he wanted to, Ryker could get any reel and just stick three guides into the pole, but that would just look messy. It would also be unbalanced and difficult to use. If the game was still a game, than there would most likely be restrictions on how a person uses their tools. With that being said, Ryker wouldn’t trust the game with allowing him the freedom to do as he wished. There would be roadblocks and errors along the way so a good rod now would help him deal with all of that later.

Next, Ryker needed ease of use. Reels were pretty simple to use in general so he wasn’t afraid of getting something weird however that didn’t make things easy. Each reel Ryker grabbed he spun, and he spun hard. Every single reel went through Ryker’s own personal dummy-test of a fish yanking on the line as well as him pulling on it viciously backwards. Then, he tested the sharpness of the hooks he grabbed. Lastly, he checked the guides. Ryker wasn’t overly muscular but he was strong enough to test the strength of the metal pieces he held. Each one was pressed down and the Fisherman attempted to bend them, using just enough force to almost match that of a hard pull on the fishing line.

Almost as expected, his attempts were futile and the metal didn’t bend. They didn’t twist, they didn’t flex, and they didn’t break. The two reels he picked up were slick, light, and had a really neat wavy design to them. In addition to the base two pieces, Ryker grabbed ten hooks, three lures, and two tackles. Five of the hooks were simple j-shaped fish daggers while the other five were barbed. Just as he had been told; this place was a fantastic fishing store.

“I am all set.” Once he had everything, Ryker made his way up to the counter and placed his armfuls of stuff onto it. Rinsha had just handed Mab her share of the equipment as he had done so which made Ryker happy that he had not rushed.

“Alright. Are you paying for Mab’s equipment as well?” The question’s answer was probably obvious, but Ryker nodded in acknowledgement. Just as he had done so, he opened his menu.

“I do plan to pay you well for everything, but I wish to give you something.” The little Cleric quickly navigated to his inventory and scrolled through some of the useless items he had gathered to the few he had received earlier. There, he summoned the cake as well as a bag of candy from the inventory. The cake he quickly placed down on the table, but the candy he handed directly to Rinsha. She looked at him in a very surprised manner and warily took the bag of candy from him.

“A welcoming gift from myself and one of our local bakers.” A happy smile crossed Ryker’s face as he nestled down on his heels. Rinsha leaned over to the cake and eyed it, looking most likely at how delicious it was. He didn’t blame her.

“She makes a lot of good desserts and she is very kind to everyone so feel free to stop by her store if you get a chance and your sweet tooth acts up. It’s the Papa Venin’s Bakery near the city’s gate not far from here.” His ability to give directions was horrible so using landmarks would be much easier. The bakery wasn’t difficult to find so hopefully that bit of information was enough.

“We sure will. Gram, would you mind taking the cake to the back please? And give these candies to Bobby for me.” The guard dog got moving immediately when his name was called and walked over to the counter. There, he bowed to Ryker and took the two items into his hands.

“Thanks for yer gifts, Ryker.” Gram said with a happy smile. Ryker smiled back and gently waved his happiness off. There was no need to thank him for such a petty thing. It was just him being nice was all, nothing more, nothing less. Well, there was also the hope that the price would go down but that was just business.

“In return for your welcoming gift, I’ll give you everything for only a hundred fifty.” Zing. Ryker bowed his head happily and nearly knocked it on the counter in the process, but he was thankful for the price. Rinsha could have charged him around four hundred for everything but it seemed she was just as willing to show her thanks as Ryker was.

“Thank you, Miss.” Standing back up, Ryker quickly materialized the money and passed it across the table. Rinsha took the sack and proceeded to bag the man’s equipment. When Ryker received it, he shook her hand and then received a friend request from her.

“If you need anything else, Mr. Ryker, feel free to stop by anytime. I’ll send you the directions to my daughter’s studio after I let her know of your coming.” Rinsha was sincere as she was when she first appeared and Ryker was satisfied enough that he probably would have returned even without permission.

“Thank you. Let me know how things go with the King Fish. I pray for your safety.” With that, Ryker waved and left the store, walking straight out to the middle of the street. He was so close now… so close that he could almost taste it.

“I can almost hear it now, Mab…” The Cleric closed his eyes and let his head fall back a little as a warm smile stretched from one ear to the next, figuratively of course. He could feel the watery breeze on his skin, he could smell the wonderfully natural air, and he could hear the sounds of the water rolling along. It was lovely.

“The water…” Opening his eyes, Ryker stared up towards the clear blue sky. It looked almost like an ocean itself.

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[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 31 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 317	Tags: Ryker	Skills: none used

Mab knew the way they had to go, the kind fishing lady had told them the exact address. The fishing rod needed to be coloured and the artisan would be able to do so. She moved across the street with a determination to get this complete. It seemed Ryker was in a strange mood ever since they left the store. He seemed absent minded. Maybe he was looking forward to the moment he could send out his line and sit there? Mab was unsure. She had nothing to say really as they were almost done with obtaining a complete fishing rod.

Mab was unsure as to why the fox tail was so adamant he also pay her share. Mab was not some penniless bimbo that needed a guy to pay her way. Mab worked diligently to earn a daily living, she decided not to make a big fuss about it now. It would ruin the good mood, and she could always just conveniently forget she left money somewhere near his stuff while fishing. But first the fishing rod, well at least the one Mab was carrying needed colours.

As she stood in front of the door that Rinsha told them about. She said it was her daughter that worked as an Artisan. Even though Mab did not particularly care what color the fishing rod would become, she was curious how an artisan would give color to the various parts.

“Let’s go see what she can do...”

Mab said as she knocked on the front door. She quietly waited for the door to open. In the mean time she grinned at the fox tail.

“Almost there...”

The druid told him. Ryker was almost ready to start fishing. All that stood in his way was this stop. Mab thought that he might get impatient, however how could he... he was a fisherman... they did not get impatient did they?

[Ryker]

Ryker - Level 1 - Cleric

HP: 100%

MP: 100%

So close. SO CLOSE. HE WAS SO CLOSE. Ryker had the materials in his possession for a fishing rod and he was so close to having one made. It was amazing how much one person could influence something and Mab had shown him that having another person around could prove useful at times, especially when he needed a swift kick in the rear. If it wasn’t for her, he would still be wandering around doing nothing. NOT TODAY! Today he was conquering his laziness! Today he would make a fishing rod and tomorrow he would go out fishing. Or maybe the next day… whenever he was free he would go fish! Correction; whenever he felt like it, he would go fishing! Yes! Tomorrow he should probably get his mind off things and relax! Or maybe he should just… focus on doing something. Yea, that one; Ryker needed to do something with his life.

Fishing was doing something, wasn’t it? Why couldn’t he just go fish? Ryker wanted to see the ocean or just water in general. He wanted to see the bright blue sky crash into the waters of the globe and he wanted to see the horizon where the two oceans met. He wanted to feel the breeze on his skin, hear the sounds of the seagulls and the waves crashing on the beach, and he wanted to feel the hot sand beneath his toes. That great feeling was everything he looked forward to in life, and it was something he was so close to. Yet, there didn’t need to be beach for him to be satisfied. No there didn’t need to be sand, seagulls, or even a breeze. Just as long as there was a place for him to sit and cast his fishing line, Ryker would be happy. He was a simple man and didn’t have any material wants or needs. Being able to simply relax was all he needed.

First he needed to get his fishing rod personalized. It wasn’t necessary but it would give his equipment some flare and he needed some color in his life. He already had honey yellow, why not some more? Ryker chuckled to himself as he followed patiently behind Mab, eyeing her hair for a moment as he walked. The one with the bright yellow hair had entertained him today and she was very helpful while doing so. Now she was going to accompany him to their next and most likely final stop before they could put the rods together. That final stop was the daughter of the previous store owners, and she was nearby. Mab seemed to know where she was going so he simply remained quiet and stayed close. Rather than pester the woman with more conversation, he let his mind put together the fishing rod and plastered several different colors on it. He didn’t want anything flashy but maybe something basic. Ryker just wanted to make sure he knew his own rod from someone else’s.

“Oh hey…” Ryker mumbled as his thoughts were cut short when Mab suddenly stopped. Looking to his left, the building was right there. Wow, was it really that close? Or had he passed out while he was walking and zombied there? That could have happened. Ryker had actually found himself standing near the water sometimes after falling asleep so if he had done it here, he wouldn’t be surprised.

At first Ryker wanted to double check the information and send a message to the daughter’s parents to ensure they were at the right place, but Mab was already knocking by then. Ryker wiggled his nose at the sight and chuckled when Mab noted that they were almost done. Yes, yes they were and the Fisherman could feel it in his bones. With his hands casually tucked into his robe’s pockets, the man concealed his excitement as best as he could but he just couldn’t help but smirk a little. If he wanted to, he could put together the fishing rod right now and run off to find a body of water. The only thing keeping him from doing that was his own self-control. Patience was a virtue and Ryker was in no rush to die.

A few moments after Mab’s knocking, the sound of stumbling and yelping echoed from beyond the door. There was a bit more of a ruckus afterwards followed by a bit of foul language directed towards inanimate objects. Ryker raised an eyebrow in question as he listened and considered opening the door to help, but as he was about to move the knob twisted. The wooden door was yanked open and just beyond it stood a short woman who looked like she had been through some sort of fight. She was a wolf-hair, and all of her wolf characteristics were showing; her tail was stuck straight out behind her, her ears perked up, and her eyes shining with blood lust. She was pissed.

“Can I help you?” The black-haired wolf woman’s voice was steady but Ryker could sense that she was quite upset. The messy scene behind her was probably why.

“Uh…” Ryker stumbled over his thoughts for a moment, thinking of a peaceful way to express why they were there. Due to the woman’s current state however, Ryker doubted he would get off clean.

“We were sent here by the owners of the Anchor’s Bottom. We were told that the woman residing here could help us with painting some equipment?” The more Ryker spoke, the more annoyed the woman in front of him looked. It was as if she had either been expecting the two players and assumed they were trouble, or as if she had heard the same statement and question a thousand times before.

“Another one…? Damn it, I told my parents I didn’t do this shit anymore.” Such foul. Wow. However, Ryker wouldn’t impose if she was unhappy.

“If it’s too much trouble, we won’t disturb you, Miss.” It was a little late for that, but if she was angry she probably had a reason for it.

“No. You’re already here. Come on in.” The woman sighed in response and walked away from the door, waving the two players in. Ryker nodded and motioned for Mab to enter first. Once she did, he followed closely and shut the door behind him.

“Pardon the mess. I’ve been a little busy with other things and cleaning up hasn’t been on the list.” That part was obvious. The building looked filthy as there was dust on practically everything. The floors were covered with clutter, whether it was a random weapon or tool, or some kind of messy artwork. Ryker grimaced at the sight but at least the air smelled like roses and not body odor.

“In here.” The woman walked far to the right, passing by a mix of empty rooms and rooms where there was just junk everywhere. Ryker was immediately put off by the sight but he kept walking anyways. To his surprise, the last room was much cleaner and much larger. It was also very obviously the room the woman spent most of her time in; it was the studio.

Surrounding the room were beautifully painted walls with handmade portraits and pictures hung on them. There was a bookshelf to the right between two windows filled with books of various subjects with a few sculptures scattered on its shelves. On the far end there was a large desk with several sketches, books, and drawing tools. Beside that desk was another but it was covered more with materials than actual pieces of artwork. In the middle of the room was an easel with a half painted portrait of London on it. Just next to that was a stool, which the woman promptly sat in while facing her company.

“How can I help you two?” She asked. Her voice was much calmer now, most likely influenced by her love for the room around her. Unlike the others, this one seemed very kept up.

“Well, we just purchased some materials for making fishing rods from your parents. We were wondering if you would be willing to paint them.” Ryker summoned the pieces of his fishing rod to his hands and showed them to the woman. There were only two pieces to really paint, the rod and the reel, so it wouldn’t take long but it was the fact that it was still a request that could be declined.

“Yea, I can do that. Won’t take me long either. You both getting the same job?” The girl asked and Ryker nodded.

“Alright.” The woman’s acknowledgement was curt and she just as quickly moved from her stool to the desk with her materials. There, she pulled out a color wheel and two pieces of paper. Ryker nodded to Mab and made his way over to the desk as the woman set the objects on her main desk.

“First I need you both to write down your names then list the parts you want colored. Second, write the colors beside the parts. Third, If you want any decals or things be sure to note those. Be descriptive. A basic paint job is free but the decals are fifty gold coins per piece of equipment no matter the size and shape of the decal as to cover the required materials for the decal. The game doesn’t discriminate.” Thankfully Ryker didn’t want any decals but he was unsure about Mab. He just wanted his stuff colored was all.

“Make sense?” Ryker nodded and took his piece of paper. It didn’t take him long to write down his name and the three pieces he wanted painted; the reel, the rod, and the guides. The reel and guides he would have painted a glossy light blue and the rod would be a glossy white. It was a simple scheme, but it would be enough. Once that was done, he passed the paper to the woman. Then he waited for Mab to finish before setting everything he wanted painted down onto the table.

“Give me a few minutes and it’ll all be ready.” The woman smiled as she began to gather her tools for the job. Ryker wiggled his nose at the sight and decided to give her some space, electing to look at the bookshelf as the coloring was being done.

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