Zelrius had returned to the rolling fields and open farms known as Brisshal for the first time in quite a long while. It was funny, for a time he had called this place home, yet, hadn't been here since he had set out toward Astorea sometime ago. Though the timeline was vague to him; so many things had blended together those days and counting them was hardly possible, especially since he spent many full days within Terra itself, and as little time as he could get away with in the real world. Nowadays, he legitimately only spent as much time as it took to get his basics done, and then it was back into Terra. He was reminded of his early days, though not that far back, here in Brisshal, when he would spend tiny spinets of time in the game at a time, frustrated with the learning curve, and even more so with his dead end life. The memory of his life caused the golden haired man to instinctively tug at his long sleeves, pulling them down as far as he could; a habit he had picked up in recent years due to other things. Still, it was something that he had not done in a while, the sleeve tugging. He had simply been too preoccupied, enjoying his time in Terra far too much. Between the meeting with D'Vangelline outside of Dormont, the meeting he had with the elf afterward, the rescue mission, his time on the island with Vina dealing with Pirates, and the recent Investigation he undertook with Kijin, life in Terra always seemed to remain quite interesting. He had no need nor want for other things right now, his true goals staying in his mind. It was with this that Zelrius was reminded exactly why he was back into the place he originally called home here in the game. The man always strove for power and greatness, and there was no better way to do that then to always be busy. And the easiest way to forever be busy, the man concluded, was to listen to what NPCs had to say always. And the NPCs here in the farms and forests of Brisshal, Goblins were always the talk of the town. Or well, usually anyway. Sometimes they'd get extra rowdy, and go about pillaging, prompting players and locals to move to defend the place and then possibly hunt and kill a few, but one thing was certain, they always came back. The golden haired man couldn't truly understand that himself, Why no one had completely eradicated the Goblins. Sometimes players who went out on expeditions would come back saying that they had fully dealt with the problem, and then lo and behold, a few days later, they'd creep back up. How was it that they did that? Did the game just spawn more? Or did the creatures root like Rabbits? If so, good for them, regardless of which of the two it was. Or perhaps a combination of both? These were questions that burned in his mind. That, along with that of civilization and organization. The Goblins moved in groups, or so it seemed. Raiding parties if you will. They always seem to have a goal or two in mind, burn this, attack this person, steal these items, stuff like that. It was clear that was how they survived from day to day, not meaning to be entirely hostile in intention, but completely willing to do so. Necessity seemed to be their driving force, but Zelrius couldn't be sure until he saw himself. So, he had the intention of wandering Brisshal, in search of a partner to take along, it was always good to have someone at your back. Or so he thought. So the man wandered for a bit around the rolling golden fields that often melted quickly into green Forests. It didn't take long, but Zelrius eventually spotted a figure in the short distance, making his way to them and waving, a sign of friendliness and to get their attention.
Having gone through police training, Cass was always wary of eccentric looking, lean blonde guys. It was what she and the rest of her group had dubbed the ‘Willy Wonka’ archetype, the kind most likely to offer kids to follow them into their chocolate factory. Then again though, this was a game. In real life, she would have suspected a guy like this of one crime or the other right away, but she would have done the same to someone looking like her. So she really did not have much of a high ground. Still though, given how new she was to all of this, she was mostly looking for mundane looking people, noobs such as herself, and stayed away from the Willies and Wonkas. In this case, she had tried to pass him with nothing but a polite nod. But then he closed in and waved at her, and she immediately hopped back a step, hand on her weapon. It was a bit stupid, of course, but she had no idea about this game. Maybe this was super hard and every second person she met would tryy to kill her. She really did not want to die in the newbie area. Heh, she chuckled to herself. Only in an VRPG like this could one be picky about how and when to die. Curious, wasn’t it? In either event though, given that he was not wearing a top hat and likely had not made any aggressive moves, she relented slightly. “I take it waving is not a way to challenge people to a duel in this game? Sorry, I am new and interested in not being player killed or something just yet, sir. So, um, could I help you in some way? Just so you know, I have not figured out how to trade things yet, so I can’t pay any way toll. I mean, I wouldn’t, anyway, if it could be helped. Without dying, of course.”
