It was what was probably a typical day, a 'safe' distance away from the outskirts of the ruins of Vintergard, in the bustling yet faintly tense Camp Hope IV. And on this typical day, a woman with visibly robotic legs and lower arms/hands, had made her way to this camp, in her usual getup...a simple, clean, white dress.
Aroda's taking in of the sights the camp had to offer was slow - looking this way and that at the various kinds of people that had chosen to setup so close to active dangers. From traders to other adventurers, 'landers' and other players, it was certainly pretty diverse. It may even be more apt to say...it was likely that nobody here was average. Everyone here had the means to live in such a potentially harsh place...and a good reason to do so.
The many people, from the clearly strong, to the strangely exotic, had Aroda halted for a bit. As someone relatively new to the game, and who'd only experienced its combat exactly twice, she had to push away the feeling that she was a bit out of place here. After all, if she was confident, nobody would even know she'd only been playing on and off for...a month.
So, here she was - drifting about the camp, bouncing from person to person, mainly looking out for anyone she thought seemed to be the 'experienced adventurer' sort, and asking various questions. About Vintergard, its dangers, and...how often people go there. Now, she was going through the tents of the various suppliers here, asking with little delicacy about what she might need for going on a slightly risky venture into some ruins.
@Hanno Futaba
Aroda's taking in of the sights the camp had to offer was slow - looking this way and that at the various kinds of people that had chosen to setup so close to active dangers. From traders to other adventurers, 'landers' and other players, it was certainly pretty diverse. It may even be more apt to say...it was likely that nobody here was average. Everyone here had the means to live in such a potentially harsh place...and a good reason to do so.
The many people, from the clearly strong, to the strangely exotic, had Aroda halted for a bit. As someone relatively new to the game, and who'd only experienced its combat exactly twice, she had to push away the feeling that she was a bit out of place here. After all, if she was confident, nobody would even know she'd only been playing on and off for...a month.
So, here she was - drifting about the camp, bouncing from person to person, mainly looking out for anyone she thought seemed to be the 'experienced adventurer' sort, and asking various questions. About Vintergard, its dangers, and...how often people go there. Now, she was going through the tents of the various suppliers here, asking with little delicacy about what she might need for going on a slightly risky venture into some ruins.
@Hanno Futaba