My journey began quietly. As a hunter, I was used to silent running and today was no different. I ran to the cook, asked him what he needed and prepared for the struggles ahead. As I embarked on my journey, frustration quickly set in. I felt no assistance or warmth from my compatriots. They looked out for themselves, and I could not blame them. We all stood about, preparing for our quest, a silent nervousness in the air. I had my instructions and thought…what a better way to succeed than follow someone else on this same mission! Proud of my genius I stood my ground for a bit, killed some rats, and waited for another player to embark on my quest. Suddenly, someone ran and I bolted after him, confident that he knew where he was going. Unfortunately, he did not. I followed him about for a while, sure he would lead me to flour, for I was desperately in need of a cake for the king, but he led me astray.

"Come, cheap armor!" – he beckoned. I had been swindled by a salesman. I contemplated attacking him, but decided peace was better. I gave up following this rogue and after a few more fruitless hours, decided to seek help elsewhere. I read. I ran. I, helped, bake. And we were victorious!