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“That’s good to see.”
    Luke felt a strange mixture of emotions as he looked at the man, his memories of the fight still raw and surprisingly vivid.
    “We lost the battle, but we haven’t lost the war,” said the NPC. “Here, take some new equipment from the chest over there and get yourself prepared. I’m going to put you on guard duty for now against some of the wolf creatures that have been threatening the town. Come back to me with five of their pelts as proof, and I’ll give you your pay.”
    QUEST ACCEPTED: Wolf Pelts for Militia (Level 1)
    Luke smiled.
    Some things never change.
    The gear he found in the chest consisted of a simple set of leather armor, a sword, and a shield. Luke held the leather breastplate in his hand for a moment, and then made an attempt at lifting it up and pulling it over his head. It stretched to accommodate his body and slipped on easily, as did the rest of the armor.
    He left the wooden shield with the commander and took only the sword, feeling that it was a better fit. It felt more natural to have one hand free during battle, at least to him.
    “You’re a Sword Saint, right?” asked Silverstrike. “Strange… there wasn’t much hype surrounding that subclass prerelease. In fact, you’re the only one I’ve seen in-game so far.”
    How is that strange? The description jumped out at me, that’s all…
    “What class are you, anyway?” asked Luke. Silverstrike set his hands on his waist and puffed out his chest.
    “I’m an Agent,” said Silverstrike. “It’s a Rogue subclass, with a mixture of combat and speechcraft skills.”
    “What use is speechcraft in a game like this?” asked Luke. “It relies on a player driven economy, doesn’t it?”
    Silverstrike smiled and waved his hand.
    “Indeed it does, my friend.” His voice sounded different, deeper, and somehow more trustworthy. “But the speechcraft skills in this game actually affect the way words are processed and heard, so it makes no difference in the end whether I’m using them on a human or an NPC.”
    Luke raised an eyebrow and said nothing else. He felt overwhelmed by the depth of the world and excited by the way it was drawing him in.
    “Come on, let’s go kill some wolves.” He nodded to Silverstrike and then started off.
    The area around Stark Town was known as the Inner Plains. They were grasslands, and mostly clear of trees and forest, with several low, rolling hills mixed into the landscape. Luke and Silverstrike jogged out to the north, noticing a couple of other players out and about, most likely on the same quest they were on.
    “It doesn’t seem like there are all that many people venturing outside of the towns,” said Luke.
    “Yeah, I think it’s taking most players a little bit more time to get comfortable,” said Silverstrike. “This game is… well, you went through the tutorial. The stakes feel a lot higher when the combat is so realistic.”
    The environment was simple, but the details were impeccable. The grass underneath Luke’s feet shifted in the wind. A variety of different plants and flowers grew in clumps across the plains, waiting to be harvested. A group of tiny rabbit-like animals scurried about in a patch of vegetation, moving realistically, but with a bit less fear of humans than their real life counterparts.
    It didn’t take the two of them very long to find what they were looking for. As they reached the top of a small hill, they could see a pack of three wolf creatures down below. The lead wolf in the group noticed them immediately and let out a shrill, alien sounding growl.
    “Be careful,” said Silverstrike. “I saw somebody fight one of these things earlier. They can spit venom.”
    The creatures were dark gray, almost black in appearance, with strange-looking purple eyes. The leader began to slink slowly up the hill showing its jagged, ugly teeth.
    YVVA WOLF: One of the many corrupted creatures birthed during the Severance Onslaught. In addition to razor