"Steel! Where are you bro."
"Grinding with a party in the Crimson Monastery. What's up bro?"
"That Death-Stroke guy, he logged back in the game. He's in Moria. Come help me gank that sob."
"No can do, man. I'm healing for my party. I was just promoted to the Devastators main guild, I can't mess this up. You're level 360, you shouldn't have any problem handling a lowbie. Kill him and get that legacy. Then we can do your legacy quests together."
"Alright, I bet those fucking Devastators will regret kicking me out when I show up with the legacy."
"Man, be honest. That was your fault, your party wiped so many times because of the way you played, only looking out for yourself. The guys I'm working with now are professionals. But whatever, I'm sure when you get the legacy they will invite you back, or you can just apply to another guild."
"Yeah, whatever. I am on my way to Moria, I'll let you know when I finish. Maybe"
"Good luck Breaker," Steel disconnected.
