Andalon, Inner city, in one of the best Inns were three people sitting together around a table, after the initial they got, things have calmed down by now.
While drinking his wine, Alex observed his surrounding; it was filled with strong players and NPCs. Alex had concluded after a certain period that the NPCs are living beings, not some data, and this made him question who is the creator of such a world, a world where the laws are twisted, a world for entertainment. However, such a world seemed perfect; it was not necessarily the case; this is a flawed world where the natives are trapped, they couldn't leave, a world created for the sake of nurturing the races for a purpose.
''Everything has been planned, we are dancing on someone's else tune. Quite the nasty feeling.'' Alex mumbled to himself, lost in thoughts.
