No player or NPC posed a threat to me, not until an hour passed and I massacred an endless number of players without keeping track on the count.
After one hour, I spotted a group of players coming from the main street leading towards the town gate. I suppose this was the main guild force, who were leveling up outside the town.
The group was led by a ten player team, with a youngster, slightly older than me by a couple of years, standing in the front of this team. I knew he was the leader of the guild, the founder, player Ronde.
I knew he was an aristocratic son of an aristocratic family, and so all of those standing beside him were also like him.
Children born with golden spoons in their mouths! I hated this bunch of arrogant bastards, who had nothing in life to do but to live on the heritage of their forefathers.
