Atzo had been approached by a npc about Professions. Apparently it was a quest so he had no choice but to accept. Upon accepting he made his way to the edge of the town of beginnings. “Perhaps if I find some materials now it will ease my struggles in the future.” He said to himself out loud. He imagined that it would be interesting to learn how to cook in the game and it seemed the the skill most suited for him based on what he had done in the past. Atzo had always excelled at two things. Creati
Atzo watched as Stryder fell to his knees, “This man must have some fierce and uncontrolled demons, maybe I can help him” Atzo thought to himself. Stryder spoke of being to week to help a friend. One who was in need. “Well, let me put it in the way someone once told me earlier in this game. This game is an opportunity to be someone you aren’t in the real world someone you couldn’t be in the real world. We are all players in the end. You say there was a time that you were too weak to help a frien