The slums. Is not actually that bad. I mean the building are a little dilapidated. There are some rather ungodly smells. Though it is cleaner than you would expect.
This is were people live after all.
I spent two years here so I am quiet familiar here. Though I don't look or talk to anyone.
They stare as I pass by. Go silent when I get near. They know I don't belong here. Or at least not anymore.
No one recognizes me. Not even people that probably should. My bottom of the bucket charm saving me the trouble.
These people aren't bad. I'm a stranger, in a better condition than most of them. They are curious and preparing to fight me.
Am I worth pickpocketing? Am I looking for people for a job? Am I buying land? Am I a city official wearing normal clothes? Am I servant of a noble? Am I a loan shark?
Why am I here?
For the most part, they are are scared and unsure of me. As I go deeper into the slums I try my best to act odd. I act jittery, and randomly scratch my body. Like I'm a drug addict or crazy.
I go the deepest part of the slums. The shopping district. Only the brave city guards work here.
Brave, experienced, or stupid. No day passes without an arrest. People are desperate. It's just how it is.
Glad I invested that point.
I saw the sign in screen. I walked up to it.
'Would you like to sign in?'
"Yes please." I whispered.
It's actually better to be seen as crazy. No one wants to rob the crazy. It's too unpredictable.
'Sign in confirmation. Chi Chi recognized. Items below average to average. Health normal. Please select the reward for your first Quest:
Item
Skill
Stats'
Wait. I was items below average yesterday. Is it my socks?
Wait the knife. I got the knife. It must be considered an average item. Interesting.
"Stats please." I whisper. I don't pretend to be looking away this time.
'Confirmed. Quest selection Stats.
Walk to the beacon.'
At the other end of the shopping district stood a blue pilar of light. Though no one reacted to it.
That must be it. I walk forward.
I don't avoid the pickpockets as I walk threw the crowd. I brought nothing with me. So nothing to steal.
I'm just a harmless, broke, crazy. I don't react to the hands going into my pockets. I don't feel most of them anyway.
I just look up at the sky weaving threw the crowd. People's eyes on me. I start moving my lips like I'm whispering.
Not much latter people start giving me more space. No one wants to upset a crazy.
I don't have anything on me. So I'm not here to buy drugs. I'm in the slums seemingly by choice. So I must be crazy.
It doesn't take long before I break out of the crowd and step into the beacon of light.
'Quest complete. Reward one stat point.'
So it's the same thing. I allocated it to agility immediately again. I've now got a whole six points in agility. 150% to yesterday.
I can feel the difference more now. It feels, addicting. I'll have to work to keep my head.
'Would you like to complete another quest today?'
"Yes please. Item this time." My whispering giving me even more of a wide berth. It almost funny. How easy people will believe you are crazy. It'll take more effort to convince them I'm not.
'Confirmed. Quest selection Item.
Enter three shops.
0/3'
At least it stays easy. I take my time keeping up with my act. Getting a good glare from customers and employees.
I enter the shop. Take a quick look around and leave the the next. Butcher, flower shop, Tailor. Quick and efficient.
'Quest complete. Reward is in you inventory.'
I'll actually look at it latter. It'll be to weird for the slums.
'Would you like to complete another quest today?'
I smiled. Last one than I can go home and be lazy with Blobbles. "Yes. Skill please." I spoke a bit louder in my excitement.
'Confirmed. Quest selection Skill.
Become unseen for one minute.
0/60'
I stare at the screen utterly dumbfounded. If I acted normally this would be being easy. However now, it's become a bit difficult.
Fuck. I think I just screwed myself.