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'This is getting annoying…'
Dale looked around, but everywhere he looked, he could see players, their numbers seemingly growing by the minute.
To a point where he felt stuffy as he started to miss the peace and quiet from the first and second days…
Even here, on his path to the smithy, somewhere rather 'off road' he could see crowds of people in line to get inside a small house…
This was Barme's house, and also the sole Smithy of the Village, right now, he was also the sole NPC merchant that could fix and sell new gear and items…
Not like the players needed his services right now, after all, they weren't hunting, right?
It would be naive to think like that... Even here, players were constantly battling each other to see who was the top dog...
In other words, the players may be limited in regards to PVE, but PVP was booming!
Since they couldn't get XP outside, why not battle each other and get something out of their time?
