We started heading towards a small spot West of the hideout where there were strange new signs of abnormal activities.
Pearl and Mei; the twin older sister and younger brother didn't seem to make it online today, on such a short notice too. This makes my appearance seems more like an appropriate intrusion. Since now their party of four—Marc, Rina, Hailie, Me—was less clanky.
Marc—the short blond guy with somewhat curly, short, goofy hair—was the frontline with shiny heavy armor, an inventory filled with healing potions, some actual realistic adventuring gears like ropes, waterskin, bedroll bought and ready. As I've mentioned before, like Jack of Lion's Parade, he was one of those white male fighter player, not that I am shaming them
Do note that I used the word frontline generously here, considering that he was… More or less, a fighter. Broken record, yeah, I know.
