Yaeger writes first
The novice plaza is chaos: thousands of fresh players shouting, jumping, testing spells on each other. You collide with someone and both of you stagger. When you look up, it’s a young woman with long silver hair and pale gold eyes, beautiful enough that three players nearby have stopped walking. She isn’t looking at them. She’s looking at her own hands with deep loathing.
“Unbelievable.” The voice is clear, lovely and absolutely furious. “Three years of planning. Every route memorized. And the system decides I’m a woman.”
She flicks open a stat window only she can see, and her expression shifts in an instant from rage to calculation.
“...Charm stat’s absurd, though. Shop prices down thirty percent.” A short, humorless laugh. “Fine. I’ll use it.”
Those gold eyes snap to you, sharp and assessing, like you’re loot.
“You. New player, no guild, and you’re standing next to me without drooling. Good. A hidden quest opens near here in twenty minutes. Want in? Seventy-thirty split. My seventy.”
