Awaking in the New World (Open, LVL 1-5)

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Dumah's eyes fluttered open to an odd scene. He was perplexed, and understandably so. One moment he was holding his mouse and resting his left hand on his keyboard, watching his screen; the next, he was suddenly outside. He noticed his unusual apparel: leather armor and other simple gear for an adventurer. 'What is going on...?' He didn't know what to make of this, and after a while, he assumed he was asleep, havng a vivid dream. He made the mistake of assuming he would awake any moment now... Soon... Sooner... Right? Surely this was but a dream. Ironically, he was right, but in the wrong sense. Dumah had always longed for the opportunity to be a true adventurer, and now that opportunity was given to him. His emotions shifted back-and-forth between joy and fear. Soon enough, they stopped at joy. 'Am I... Am I in Elder Tale?' Dumah thought to himself. He smiled. 'I am! This feels too real to be a dream! Although... It would be best if I were to find others to accompany me as allies and friends.' Dumah walked around as he looked for others that may be willing to join him.

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[Remy]

Stepping into the world of Elder Tale started off not unlike a dream. Not your ordinary dream where you feel farther away than where you actually are, where you’re barely in control of what you’re doing. More like a lucid dream. It’s what Remy thought was going on at first, it wasn’t the first time he’d tried it, manipulating the inner world within him to suit his desires. But it became rapidly apparent that this wasn’t one of his machinations. He couldn’t warp it around him. He hadn’t had the chance to delve deeply into the world of Elder Tale but as he tended to do before jumping headlong into a new adventure, he’d had the chance to study this new world, particularly the new server opened up to mirror the United-Kingdom. Remy was among the horde of Europeans and others across the world to cherish the opportunity to get a fresh start into the world of Elder Tale and its newest area, the Unfounded Kingdom.

In turn, it didn’t take long for Remy to take notice of his clothes, and subsequently figure out he could open a menu not unlike the interface he’d seen when first entering the game. Remy wasn’t the type of person who took particular pleasure in being caught off guard but he’d gladly let this moment be the rarity. Though a tinge of fear at the back of his neck made him hope that it wasn’t just a matter of time before he was pulled back into his four-walled room in front of his screen. He’d never been to London but his familiarity with the game’s starting map made him take heed of where he was, he wasn’t the only one lost, there were others there too, others unafraid to display their shock plain on their face. Remy did his best to hide it, which fortunately wasn’t too hard.

Discovering his ability to access the menu system came from observing others around him, some of them seemingly already acclimated to the system. His first task was rather obvious, he was a pup ready to be ripped apart at this point, geared weakly and clearly unable to hold his own, leveling up as basic a task as it was, was the obvious direction to take. Fortunately, being a summoner, he was never alone, an advantage he’d have above his fellow pups. Though, allies would be equally useful. He closed the interface, his eyes dancing around the crowd and observing potential friendly hands.

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Word Count with Bonuses (Summoner): 832

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Dumah had played many MMORPGs before and he noticed this odd-looking man rather quickly. He had him figured for a spell caster of some sort, and he knew a mage would make for a truly powerful ally. As such, he made his decision and he walked up to the man, speaking in a friendly, cordial, and eloquent voice and manner. "Pardon me! I couldn't help but notice your attire. Tell me, by any chance are you a mage of some sort?" Dumah's face bore a smile that helped assure the man that his intentions were good. I am sure you have noticed this..." Dumah trailed off, groping for an appropriate word... "Situation... And I am new to this world. Judging by your looks, I would assume the same of you. Perhaps you would be interested to join me? At a time like this, it can be dangerous to be alone."

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[Remy]

Remy noticed the approaching figure before it even spoke up. Plainly said, the man looked ordinary, could easily have been mistaken for one of the People of the Land though he wasn’t seeing any of the more obvious adventures being approached by them so he leaned on the assumption that he was also an adventurer. "Your incredible skills of deduction frighten me, detective." He replied though the obvious sarcasm was dressed in a genuine tone, one that could make one pause on his intentions.

The friendly smile bore by the oncoming man did nothing to diffuse the way Remy would approach the other player. Coming to a conclusion on his class wasn’t something easily done, the man could just have easily been a monk, a cleric or a heretic dressed so casually. Though to be fair, he did appear to be his very favorite kind of person. The bluntly honest, and seemingly naïve type. The type of person you wouldn’t expect to surprise you although Remy was always on guard for such mannerisms being an act, he suspected the man was being rather genuine. “Now, now good sir, before you start courting me, I would be in need of your name.” A sly grin crept onto Remy’s face, the words spoken in a flirtatious tone though nothing being meant by it. "After all, I wouldn't want you bringing me out to the woods with nefarious intentions, and a name would certainly alleviate my worries."

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Dumah's body moved in accordance with his words. If one were to guess, they could assume Dumah assume Dumah talked much in the old world, and channeled excess energy to his body to help express himself. He was caught a bit off-guard by the man's sly grin, though he kept his smile. Dumah bowed cordially as he spoke in reply. "I am Dumah Iino, my friend!" He straightened his posture to stand normally, and he chuckled lightly. "And apparently, unbeknownst to even myself, I am a detective." He was clearly referring to what the odd man had said before regarding Dumah's skills of deduction. "You've no need to fear me, my good sir." Dumah held his chin sagely as he scanned over the Summoner. "Judging by your peculiar appearance, I would assume you're a very bold man, willing to make whatever sacrifices you believe to be necessary to achieve your goal? Such bravado often leads to one's defeat, but it more often leads to an impossible victory. It's a trait that I admire, and wish was more common. After all, do the ends not justify the means?" Dumah gave a slight smile, presuming his deduction was once again spot-on.

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[Remy]

Fear likely wouldn’t be the word Remy would use to describe the way he felt towards the young man. Hopes of using Dumah to his advantage swiftly faded. Instead, beneath the smile, invisible on his face, a scowl was beginning to form. “You presume too much by the way I dress. You think me a mage yet you fear for my safety alone. You think me bold yet believe I’d fear you. Though I assure, I could certainly hold my own alone. At least with more certainty than you could.” It was well enough for Dumah to make safe assumptions but to believe he could sum up Remy’s personality merely by his appearance was bordering on being ridiculous. In fact, he was more accustomed to people summing him up as anything from an aberration to a freak when presuming by the way he dressed. No one he’d met yet had come to the conclusion that he had a Machiavelli-like point of view for dressing not unlike he belonged in a circus.

“Tell me detective, how does my appearance leads you to conclude that I am bold, that I hold any sort of bravado in me… that I’m willing to sacrifice anything for a victory. Tell me how diamond patterned cloth, pale skin and red hair makes me admirable.” His grin faded by then, and whilst he preferred maintaining a smile on his face, Dumah’s mannerism had only brought displeasure out of the summoner. “Though to answer your question, I don’t believe the end justify the means. But if the end leads to my desire, then rather it does justify it or not isn’t something I care to find out.” There was venom in his words, his smile replaced by thin lips and his eyes focused squarely on Dumah’s.

“You can call me Remy.” As far as he saw it, the two weren’t ‘friends’ and he’d leave him with a short name instead of an entire one.

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Word Count after Bonuses (Summoner): 652

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Dumah could tell what kind of an emotion he'd brought forth in Remy. He bowed apologetically as he spoke. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to anger you." Dumah stood straight once more. "I'd hope we can look past that poor first impression. Why don't we start over?" Dumah extended his hand, prompting Remy to grab and shake it. "Dumah Iino, Swashbuckler, Courtesan, Scribe. It's a pleasure to meet you." He did his best to move on from that awkward encounter. "It would be rude of me not to answer your question, but at this point, I believe starting anew in this introduction may be the best option. I wouldn't wish to offend anyone in any way, so if I have done so, I deeply apologize. I hope you can forgive me, Remy." Despite the bad first impression Dumah left, and despite the awkward introduction, he kept his smile the entire time. He wanted to fix his mistake, and make amends with the Summoner.

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[Remy]

“You oughtta’ try to look properly abashed if you’re apologizing. You’re smile doesn’t do much to display the sincerity of your words. As far as I’m concerned, you’re not making much of an effort getting on my good side… if that was your intention.” He made no effort to reach out and shake Dumah’s hand, nor did he have any intention on doing so. In fact, he purposely let his eyes hover on the outreached hand and back to Dumah to make sure the swashbuckler took note that he was slighting him. Then he crossed his arms.



“I’m still Remy. I haven’t decided rather it’s a pleasure to meet you either. This may have been a game Dumah, but it no longer is, you can’t merely log out, create a new account, and start things anew once you’ve made your mistakes. You’ve offended me, apologies aren’t going to make this go away. If you truly want to be my friend, you need to redeem yourself. How is up to you to find out.”



Satisfied that he’d said his piece, his arms left to rejoin his side and his eyes hovered over the area where slowly but surely adventurers were consulting one another, as if that particular encounter hadn’t occurred, Remy swiftly moved on. “What do you intend on doing, Dumah? Remain in the safe haven of pseudo-London or will you test your meddle out there… I’m quite keen on figuring out what limits we’ve been given. And the sooner we discover if there’s any way to defend ourselves, the better off we’ll be.”

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Dumah followed Remy, dropping the warm smile and assuming a more serious expression. He looked out to the wilderness outside of the town. "While it would be safe to stay in safety, that does not necessarily mean it would be wise. I'd say it's best we learn what we are capable of." Dumah gripped the long sword on his left hip with his right hand, leaving it in the scabbard for the time being. "As such, shall we go see what it's like outside of the safety of this town? As you said: The sooner we discover if there's any way to defend ourselves, the better off we'll be." Dumah awaited for the Summoner's agreement before drawing his sword and dagger. He grinned a bit, looking to the horizon of the wilderness. "Besides, I'm excited to explore this world and see what there is. How about it? Shall we be off?"

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[Remy]

Remy solemnly nodded in agreement with Dumah’s decision to learn their role in Elder Tale. “Let it be known that I won’t tolerate any reckless action.” What Dumah did with that threat was up to him. Both being at the very beginning of their time in Elder Tale were on even foot but if Dumah held the same amount of curiosity as Remy then he’d also be wondering what would happen should their health bar reach zero, and a curious person is oft prone to reckless actions.



Being that Dumah was a swashbuckler, it wouldn’t be out of place to presume he was an offensively skilled player. He wasn’t too familiar with its particularities but he felt it safe to assume that Swashbucklers weren’t unlike the Summoner of Mages, which meant low defensive stats and an equally low health bar. Fortunately for Remy, while he couldn’t hope to match a Swashbuckler’s offensive capabilities, he could easily overwhelm him. In fact, that was the perk of being a summoner, the allies you could bring to your side meant you were never truly alone. Nevertheless, a Swashbuckler was the best dual wielder in the game though as he finally eyed the gear he’d equipped, he found it peculiar that he’d chosen to move ahead with the odd pairing of a Sword and Dagger. And he couldn’t help but question, “Why aren’t you wielding two of a kind?” Remy wasn’t a genius, but he was oft seeking answers and unafraid to ask questions.



He spoke as the two made their way out of the increasingly traffic heavy city, filled with equally lost and reunited adventurers who were just coming to sorts with their fate. “Are there any benefits?” He added. He was hoping there was more to the answer than doing it for the sake of it.

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Dumah spoke matter-of-factly as he walked with Remy. "The sword allows me reach, and a slashing weapon. On the other hand, the dagger allows me speed and a piercing stab." Dumah unsheathed each weapon, holding his dagger inverted. "If for nothing else, this allows me to see which of the two I feel most comfortable with. Not only this, but the short blade of the dagger allows me to move both weapons without fear of one blade impeding the other. In our old world, I partook in swordplay for sport, and had learned to use both a dagger and a sword separately. I'm curious what I can achieve with both together." Dumah looked back at the large stream of players. "It seems we're one of the first few bold enough to actually come out here." He looked ahead again. "If you'll watch my back, I'll watch yours. No point in us fighting each other when we can simply fight monsters for our experiments. Unless of course, you're also curious what it's like to fight another Adventurer." Dumah said this with a manner that didn't imply anything about Remy's personality. He was not assuming he wanted to fight Dumah, and he simply was asking.

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[Remy]

“Now how would you deal with a guardian, or a heavily armored opponent. Perhaps one with a lengthy blade. Your dagger won’t reach him, and if it does, you won’t do enough damage. Whereas two swords gives you the length and sharpness to deal damage, or two daggers allows you to circle around without being dragged by length, get close, pierce and get out of the way just as easily.” He wasn’t downplaying the idea of a combination of sword and dagger, merely curious what would truly give the combination an advantage over the more traditional dual wielding combinations. “I suppose that’s something you’ll find out by trial and error, so long as that error isn’t too deadly.” He beamed a smile at that last remark.

“Bold fits, perhaps stupid and reckless do as well. We’ll surely find out when the day is done and over with won’t we.” Remy eyed Dumah carefully after he mentioned Player vs. Player battling. Many gamers were rather cruel, and testing out player killing would be something they’d be invested in testing quickly. Remy wasn’t cruel, heartless maybe, but he’d leave others to figure out what fate held for them after they met death’s door. “You can watch my back, just don’t stare at it too long. I’ll leave fighting another adventurer for another day. Whom that adventurer is on the other hand, is another matter entirely. And there are more pressing matters at hand beyond combat anyways, nutrition and housing for one.”

He eyed Dumah once more, “I don’t suppose you learn to cook for your clients as a courtesan, do you?” Though the question didn’t truly beg an answer. He’d have to check how much gold he had left to find himself food for the day. Perhaps whichever monster they’d slay had meat they could bring back to town to cook, else they’d be starving before the day was out. “We’ll search for monsters, as you can deduct, I’m not much for getting my hands dirty so you’ll have to take the lead in combat and make due with my support.” He thought the matter over again and decided to add, “I’m a summoner.” There was no sense in hiding it, Dumah would figure that out once they got into combat. “At the very least you won’t need to worry about being overwhelmed… I’ll watch your back very closely.” He said that last part with a snigger.

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Word Count with Bonuses (Summoning): 810

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Dumah was glad to have an ally, if he could even call it that... Less that they were friends, and more so that they were simply working towards a common goal. In response to Remy's claim to watching his back very closely, Dumah grinned jokingly and mirrored what Remy had said not long ago: "Just don't stare at it too long." He smiled to show he was joking. It didn't take them long to find a group of four Young Pittered Boars. The boars were docile, and did not pay them much attention. Dumah picked up a rock from the ground and tossed it in the air, catching it, and repeating a few times. "I'll see if I can pull one at a time." Dumah threw the rock at one of the boars, which immediately looked at Dumah and rushed at him. Dumah stood in a battle-ready stance as the boar came right at him. Dumah side-stepped out of the way of the boar's charge, and Dumah swung at it with his sword.

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[Remy]

Remy returned Dumah’s smile, rather his exchange on that part was genuine or not remained to be seen. A short walk out of the vicinity of the town brought them to a small herd of Young Pittered Boars. He’d recalled reading about the beasts, the docile creatures wouldn’t preoccupy themselves with Remy or Dumah so long as they weren’t bothered but Dumah was set on making them their target. Grabbing a rock, the Swashbuckler juggled it in one hand before announcing he’d be attracting one, Remy didn’t even have the chance to prevent him before the rock hit one of them and shook him out of his dinner, lunch or whatever meal of the day that was for it.

Remy scurried away, not cowardly but it was obvious Dumah intended on taking it head on and the boar’s eyes was set on the dual-wielder anyhow. He side-stepped the boar and subsequently swung at it. Remy squatted down from a safe distance, arms resting on his knees as he eyed the one to one fight. His eyes scouted over the field, the other three boars hadn’t moved from where they were but he was skeptical. “Dumah, I’m not sure attracting that beast was the best decision you could’ve made.” He shouted to ensure the Swashbuckler can hear him. “Young Pittered Boars don’t wander out onto fields on their own…” He continue talking all the while the Swashbuckler was likely half-distracted by the beast before him. “I’d like to think your parents didn’t let you go out for dinner on your own when you were young either.” He continue, obviously enjoying dragging out his explanation whilst he made no effort on the matter of the fight.

“Where there are Young Pittered Boar, there are mature ones looking out for them, ones beyond our current means… ones that would tear us apart. I was interested in testing out this world, but dying isn’t high on the list of things I’d like to test out.” Though ordinarily he should have been showing fear, there was a grin dancing on his lips, a tinge of excitement pricking his skin. He eyed the trio of boars only to discover a significantly bigger one had joined the trio, he didn’t need to see its name to take notice of why it was different, and the well-developed husks were enough of a giveaway. “They won’t take particularly well to us assaulting its kid.” He wasn’t sure if Dumah had even noticed yet but he knew the Pittered Boar had, its nose sniffing into the air and it’s daring towards their direction. A bead of sweat went down the side of his face, “Dumah… we have trouble.” He said with finality. His rambling finally come to an end.

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Word Count with Bonuses: 918

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Dumah noticed the larger beast join the fray as he pulled his blade back and sheathed his dagger. "Damn, I wasn't thinking..." Dumah hadn't thought of the possibility of the boars being supervised by an adult boar. Dumah used his long sword to finish off the child boar he'd assaulted. As it died, the adult boar charged at Dumah, whom had quickly rolled out of the way at the last moment. "We may be able to manage, if we are careful." Dumah noticed the rest of the young boars had still kept their distance, and to this, Dumah grinned. "The three young boars are staying their hand, so we don't need to worry about interruption. We can focus solely on the large boar before us." Dumah grabbed another rock, but instead of tossing it like he had done with the other, he simply pocketed it away for the time being. Dumah opened his hand, and a flame materialized in his left palm. He threw the ball of flame at the large boar.

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[Remy]

“Thoughts are our most trusted ally, you shouldn’t discard it so easily, Dumah.” He said chuckling all the while. Remy had expected it of sorts, he’d done his studies on the bestiary. Or at least those more apt to being encountered. “I hope you’re not overestimating your skills too much. A Young Boar is reasonable, a Pittered Boar is six times our level, or at least that’s the best we can hope for, the worst is a boar with ten times our strength. It’s doubtful we last any longer than two hits against something that much stronger.” He hadn’t moved his position though Dumah was right, the Young Pittered Boars hadn’t left their positions either, warily letting the elder beast avenge the young boar. “You shouldn’t take their reluctance as a sign of weakness, if they’re letting the big one take care of us, they could just as easily realize that they’d just be getting in its way.”



Dumah’s open hand materialized a flame in its palm, and he threw it towards the large boar. That wasn’t something a Swashbuckler would be able to do more than a couple times if he was lucky, and considering it was a Pittered Boar, he doubted the beast would give him the range to do it once more, it had nothing to gain from keeping a distance after all. Sure the volatile flame would take a small chunk of the boars health, but a tier 1 skill from a level one Swashbuckler wouldn’t do much against a, Remy looked closely, level 8, Pittered Boar.



“Dumah, let me think for you this time around, we’re not going to beat a Pittered Boar, not without three or four of us at this point. We got lucky that little one was a level one as it is. You keep hooking its attention and it won’t leave us till we get to town… and let me reassure, that’s the only way we’re not getting killed by that boar. I’ll distract it… then we run.” He said it flatly, the easier decision would’ve been to let Dumah be killed by the boar, but he wasn’t sure he was eager to have that on his conscious. They weren’t sure what death led to in this world yet. Instead he pulled out a grimoire, and whispering incantations, a golem formed out of the stone that surrounded them, about a meter tall in height, it could keep the boar distracted long enough for them to escape.



“My golem will keep it occupied long enough for us to head back to town. If you’re that interested in seeing what lies beyond death in this world then you can remain… I’m satisfied knowing our skills still work.” In truth, he hadn’t been sure it would have worked but seeing Dumah use the fire skills gave him the temptation to see if he could still summon as he was once able to. He returned the grimoire to his inventory and commanded the Stone Golem to attack the boar whilst it was still aggro’d on Dumah. The damage would be enough to turn the aggro onto it and in turn allow Remy to begin his sprint towards the city, hopefully Dumah’s confidence wouldn’t prevent him from turning tail.

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Word Count: 543
Word Count with Bonuses: 1086
Notes: From my MMO experience, even two level ones would struggle against a level 3-4, let alone a level 8, though obviously I haven't played everything in existence, but I'm figuring 2 level 1's would get wrecked by a level 8. 

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As this creature of stone took the battle into its own hands, Dumah nodded, returning to the town alongside Remy. "Thanks for the save back there. I appreciate it." Dumah sheathed his weapons and bowed, standing straight, and extending his hand. "Smart of you to take a Summoner. These artificial allies are quite the asset." Dumah gave a thumbs up to Remy, with a smile as well. "I would say this was a successful enough research trip; we managed to learn that skills still work in this world." Dumah held his chin, pondering... "Tell me, do you know if there is an area we could hunt in without fear of any stronger opposing reinforcements such as that adult boar? Somewhere with only levels, say, one to three?" Dumah gave Remy a curious look as he awaited his answer.

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[Remy]

Dumah had chosen to head back to the village and take caution instead of testing his meddle against the Pittered Boar. Remy wasn’t sure he was glad Dumah had made that decision. A part of him had hoped his arrogance would get the better of him and Remy could find out the truth behind death in the world of Elder Tales but it seemed that truth would have to wait. A part of his pride took a hit as Dumah regarded the summonings as artificial allies. Perhaps no offensive implications were meant by it but he treated the term artificial as an insincere one nonetheless. “They’re not artificial allies, or at least now that we’re a part of this world they aren’t. They’re as much a natural part of Elder Tales as the Pittered Boar who cared for its babes.” Though Remy would have to agree that the research trip had proven to be fruitful. They’d indeed learned that they would be able to fend for themselves, it also meant the opportunity to grow and level up was very much present.

He could understand Dumah’s desire to find more reasonable prey, his eagerness to fight was nevertheless worrying. Perhaps it hadn’t sunk in that they were stuck in Elder Tales yet, homeless and with nothing to eat either. “There might be a place. I’m not certain, it’s called the Windsor Greatwood, the valley that connects Londinium to Sarum, the path straying from that valley is a popular farm area. If we choose our opponents wisely we can safely fight. Dull Green Slimes, though you have to make sure it’s not the regular Green Slimes, that’s as good as fighting a Pittered Boar. The upside is that we don’t need to worry about Green Slimes coming to a dull ones rescue. Frenmic Rabbits if we can get them cornered. Our main focus should be the green slimes though. We can move on to greater targets once we’re stronger.” He concluded, allowing Dumah to digest the info. “Before we do that though, I’ve got some hunger to satiate. We can meet there later… hell, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and add you on my friend’s list.” He placed two fingers in the air as if using an invisible mouse and looked up Dumah’s name, fortunately he’d been given his complete name and was able to add him without much issue.

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Dumah accepted the friend request he had received from Remy with delight. "All right, Remy! Since we have some time until our little trip, I think I may join you. The best food is always the food shared with a friend afte all, isn't it?" He smiled as he walked towards the multiple shops and stalls in the town, looking for a food stand or restaurant of some kind. He smiled as he found one and dashed over to it excitedly. He quickly surveyed the stall and its offered meals. The stall was being watched and handled by a friendly Person of the Land.

"Welcome to my stall, sir! You seem like a strong young man, might I suggest a good, nutritious assortment of meats for your lunch? Some coffee as well!" The Person of The Land was surely doing his best to assure his sales went well. Dumah smiled in response to the Person of The Land's suggestion and pulled a coin pouch out of his pocket, taking as many coins out as were necessary to pay for the meal suggested to him by the Person of The Land. After making the transaction, he had the meat served to him on a plate that the Person of The Land seemed to serve everyone's meals on, as others had similar plates. The coffee was brewed and given to Dumah, its heat warming his hand. He began to think that of all senses that were transferred into Elder Tale, his sense of temperature was the one he was most thankful for; at least in this very moment.

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[Remy]

Admittedly, Remy had grown a bit wary at the presence of the swashbuckler. Perhaps he should have snuck away with his name hidden while he still had the chance though that opportunity had obviously been washed away. “Do take note that a ‘friend’ isn’t exactly what I’d used to describe our relationship. We’re acquaintances. Don’t let the label of a friend’s list lead you to false conclusions.” Though he spoke it not in an unfriendly way. It seemed he didn’t have much of a choice on the matter of retrieving food with him.



Remy allowed Dumah to do the owners and get his platter first. He wasn’t eager enough to taste the food before his ‘friend’ had had a taste of it himself. After all, he had a tendency to be picky, there was no sense in wasting precious gold on food he might not even finish, he had fate he could go a bit longer without feeding himself. “Since we’re together, I might as well make use of you. How does it taste?” He inquired, silently pushing Dumah towards taking a drink and a bite of the food.

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Word Count with Bonuses (Summoner): 378
Notes: Weak post was weak but there wasn't much for me to do here.