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Deep within the Forest of the Great Tree, when you have lost your way, you may notice a small cabin sitting quietly in a clearing. Should you choose to inspect it further, you may realize that it is a shop. A sign hangs above the doorway and on it is a name: Honeydew & Hushwind. It is difficult to put a finger on the style of architecture; however, it almost looks like the home of a fairy or some other type of magical being. The front porch has a few healthy, potted plants. There is a wooden chair beneath a line of lanterns, hinting that perhaps the owner likes to sit outside at nightfall,

The journey to Vigilon's blacksmith was longer than he expected; however, he felt the travel was worthwhile. Morningstar had heard the man was skilled at his craft and he believed that he could assist in the creation of his new weapon. When it came to smithing, Morningstar knew firsthand that he had no talent. This was not something he could do on his own, as much as he may have wished he could. He wanted a powerful blade and that was out of his expertise. He loved Meteor, his current blade, but the more fearsome his enemies became, the more Morningstar felt he required more strength

Morningstar, peeking into the shop, sees the face of a pretty young woman standing behind the counter. Her smile helps him commit to entering; he was unsure of it at first, being quite picky with who he brought his ideas. He wanted someone who could take his thoughts and pour life into them, someone who could manufacture reality in his image. It was a lot to ask for, he realized, but people had done it before and he was sure it could be done again. His current cloak was nice but alas, it was vanity and quite frankly not of any real use to him (other than aesthetic, of course). It was time

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Eventually, the sun began to set and Morningstar grew tired from his day of real work. He had not done much of it since the game began, not so long ago. He made the long trek back to the inn he was staying at. He had purchased a room there with what seemed to be the last of his col. Even if he had found a nice store, he was not sure how he could have afforded it. Perhaps it was time to leave the Town of Beginnings—really leave, not just collect materials on the outskirts of the settlement. There were dozens of floors to climb and he had barely seen a single one. He opened the door to the

He spent some time chatting with the blacksmith, who offered his own advice on how to decorate a place like his own. "It would take time," the NPC told him, "but he would decide on something soon enough." Next, Morningstar ventured into a quaint alchemy shop, its shelves lined with colorful potions and mysterious ingredients. The air was thick with fragrant herbs and spices, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. The shopkeeper, a wise old man with a long white beard, shared his knowledge of potion brewing and offered Morningstar a taste of his unique concoctions. The store was not to his t

There were not many stores that were suitable for his needs, unfortunately. In that area, many of the buildings were owned by other players or NPCs and those that were empty were also incredibly tiny. Rather than settle for less, Morningstar decided to hold off on the store for the time being. Instead, he opted to gather inspiration. His first stop was an ornate blacksmith's shop adorned with intricate metalwork. Morningstar pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside, immediately captivated by the clang of hammers on anvils and the fiery glow of the forge. The blacksmith, a man who cou

"I've taught you all I know," Drax states, "which means you know everything. Now, if there's nothing else, I'm expecting other customers." Morningstar nodded and thanked the merchant for his time and knowledge. He tossed the consumable aside in his inventory, sure to need it at a later date. Then, he exited Drax's shop for the final time. There was still plenty of light left in the day so, with a determined stride, Morningstar began exploring the bustling streets of the Town of Beginnings, his eyes scanning the storefronts for a suitable, unowned shop where he could begin his career as an

"Pick one of those items you found. I know I said that they were payment but I'll let you keep one of your choice for being so eager to learn," Drax gestured towards the workshop. Morningstar did so, walking back towards the room where he had appraised the items. He inspected each item once more, identifying which would be of most use to him. He was not one for heavy armor, so that felt like a definite no. He liked to be quick and wanted to avoid over-encumbering for no reason. The sword intrigued him but its quality seemed low, despite the adornments of the hilt. He ran his hand along th

The abrupt entrance from the party had gathered a crowd. It seemed the four lesser pirates were only the beginning. Now, rising from below deck, two pirates who looked far more dangerous than the rest appeared with a pair of deckhands following close behind. Nari took the lead this time, barreling towards the pirates alongside the flashy scythe she carried and dealing significant damage to the deckhands and boatswains. Although three were stunned, the fourth remained unafflicted. Jessamine, catching Nari off guard, tossed a not-so-gentle stab in her direction, barely piercing her. Swoopin

The customer's expression shifted, a mix of surprise and relief evident on their face. "I still need a sword," he said to Drax. "Of course. In the meantime, I will provide you with a replacement sword at no additional cost." Drax turned, retrieving a basic steel straight sword from a case behind him. He slid it into a scabbard and handed it to the customer. I understand the importance of having a reliable tool for your battles." The customer's eyes widened, their surprise turning into gratitude. "Well, thanks. I appreciate the help." "And I, your patience." The customer too

Morningstar and Drax exchanged a glance, silently communicating that the latter would take the lead on this one. The blonde spectated as Drax, with his years of experience and expertise, stepped forward. The room seemed to fill with a slight air of seriousness as Drax stepped forward, his expression becoming more stern and focused. It felt like the opposite of what Morningstar had just been taught moments prior. They spoke for a moment, identifying the customer's problem. "Thank you for bringing your concerns to my attention," Drax began, his voice firm yet composed. "I understand that yo

He picked up one of the teleport crystals and tossed it to Morningstar. "Take one of these for examples. What use do they have?" "Well," Morningstar said, "they teleport you back to towns and cities." "Correct; but it goes deeper than that. Why might someone need to teleport to a city or a town?" Morningstar thought for a moment before answering. "Maybe they're stuck in a dangerous place?" "Exactly. Your target is someone on the front lines, someone who spends a lot of time in dungeons and risks their life battling monsters." He nodded, returning the crystal to the cou

He paused for a moment, allowing Morningstar to absorb his words before throwing more information at him. "Remember, our profession is not just about objects and their values. It's about connecting with people and building relationships. A satisfied customer is more likely to come back to us in the future and recommend our services to others." Morningstar nodded. "So, how do you go about connecting with them?" Drax thought for a moment. Then, he straightened up and began to share his insights. "First, always greet the customer with a friendly attitude, even if you're not in the frien

"Well, with experience, of course!" Drax said, leading him to the storefront. Morningstar followed him behind the counter that sat across and to the left of the street entrance. Various wares and trinkets had been placed around the shop with strategy, his most profitable and popular items at the forefront of it all. A few teleport crystals were all that was on the countertop and inside the glass display case beneath it was a beautiful crimson sword. "What's it called?" Morningstar asked, referring to the weapon. "Beastslayer," Drax said, obviously proud of his possession. "I'm e

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He glanced up at Drax, having successfully appraised the weapon. "This blade has the paralyze enhancement. I didn't realize that something like this existed." The man smiled, reaching out to take the sword from Morningstar. "I'm sure you'll discover many things in this world that you did not know existed, apprentice." Gently, he placed it on the table and stood from his seat. The formal appraisal was complete, but the journey of knowledge and growth had only just begun. With a knowing smile, Drax decided to impart another valuable lesson to his eager student. Leaning against the

Morningstar was not sure he had done much but he was grateful for the praise either way. There was not much to the profession after all. He continued, this time taking the vial and inspecting it. He tapped away once again, pressing all of the same buttons as before, and read the summary of the item aloud to Drax. "A damage potion that reduces mitigation when consumed," Morningstar shared, captivated by the potion's unique twist. Curiosity piqued, Drax inquired, "And what about its quality?" Surprise flickered across Morningstar's face as he replied, "It's rare." Drax's enth

"Now," Drax cleared his throat, "let's begin. Identify the armor to start and we'll see how you do." The professional sat back, arms crossed, and Morningstar smiled nervously. He lifted the chest piece and placed it down in front of him. Nothing immediately stood out to him. He glanced up at Drax, unsure of how to actually proceed. All the theory-crafting they had done really did not help, now that he was face-to-face with an item. Accidentally pointing his finger in just the right way caused a small menu to open up. An appraisal menu. That's really all that the art of appraisal was.

"Today, we shall delve into the art of appraisal," Drax's voice was firm, "To become a skilled appraiser, you must learn to discern the true worth of items just like these. A keen eye and knowledge of the market are essential." Morningstar listened attentively, his eagerness to learn growing with each passing moment. He knew that appraising would not only provide him with valuable skills but also present opportunities to grow his wealth and enhance his equipment. He really was quite low on col and his gear was, not to sound too harsh, terrible. Drax began explaining the intricacies o

Morningstar finally arrived at the Town of Beginnings, relieved to see familiar surroundings after his exhausting walk through seemingly endless fields. The bustling streets were filled with players going about their own quests and activities. Morningstar headed towards Drax's shop immediately, eager to begin his lessons in appraisal. The structure stood strong and imposing, matching the demeanor of its owner. Morningstar swung the door open and entered quietly, so as not to disturb the owner if he was busy at work. Drax's stern face appeared at the entrance to his workshop. His piercing

Morningstar retraced his steps, glad to be done with the gathering phase of the quest. He was ready to do more, even if he did not look it. It reminded him of the beginner quests he had done and how tedious they felt to him. This was no different, he thought, but perhaps once the appraising started he would have more fun. The walk back felt quite a bit longer than the walk to the tower. The sun was higher now and felt far hotter. Morningstar wiped the sweat off his forehead, speeding up his pace. He wanted to return to the Town of Beginnings as soon as possible and quite frankly, walking