Mythrilite was now looking through his cupboards to see if he had anything to eat. Seeing some bread, he decided it was better than nothing and got some cream to go with it. Spreading the cream on the bread, he was about to take a bite out of it when someone knocked on his front door. Still holding his bread, he walked over to the front door and opened it, revealing a small boy of about 10 years old or so. 

"Hello there, what brings you here?" Mythrilite asked. The boy smiled a toothy smile and said, "There was a man today who wanted me to give you this!" The boy held out a sealed envelope, and continued, "He also gave me a cool sword and hat!" Mythrilite smiled back and replied, "Alright then, thanks." Mythrilite looked at his bread, then back at the boy, and he asked, "You want this bread? It's got cream on it." The boy smiled in delight, which Mythrilite took to be a yes, then gave the boy the bread. Mythrilite took the letter and the boy ran off, presumably back to wherever he came from. Mythrilite then opened the envelope, pulling out a folded piece of paper with a vague message, "Meet me at Floor 37. The location is here." and a blue and red button was down below, with a circle and an "x", respectively. 

Mythrilite was curious, seeing as Floor 37 was only recently opened. Pushing the blue circle button, he was immediately given the information, as well as a small message that said, "Oh, and make sure you aren't followed." This invitation certainly got Mythrilite's attention, and he wondered who it was from. Opening his menu, he then checked his inventory to see if he had ample crystals and health pots. Satisfied that he did, he began his journey to the swampy mess of a floor. 

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Mythrilite looked around. This was definitely the place. Swamp and marsh as far as the eye could see, which wasn't very far. He decided to wait a few minutes. After all, someone clearly took the time and trouble to send him the letter, and- wait, did that tree just move? 

A large object from above moved toward him, and Mythrilite leaped to the side to avoid getting crushed. When he recovered, he saw that he was surrounded by three mobs called "Moss Ent." They were undoubtedly going to be tough, but he would persevere. 

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Several minutes and a healing crystal later, the last of the Moss Ents finally died by a swing of his blade. Before he could even check out his loot, he heard some slow clapping. He turned to face the source of the sound to see someone wearing a very recognizable armor. 

"Bravo, bra-vo. It seems I was right about you," the mysterious player said. Mythrilite asked, "You were testing me?" 

"Very perceptive," the player said. "I also assume you know who I am, or rather, what I am." Mythrilite nodded. "A Blood Dragon, and I can assume that you wish to recruit me?" 

"Your fighting style is rather unique, and I wished to see it myself," the Blood Dragon remarked. "Now that I have, I would like to know your response." 

They stared at each other for a few seconds, then Mythrilite said, "I apologize, but I must decline. I have a... bad history with guilds." 

The Blood Dragon was silent for a long time. Finally, he replied, "A pity, but I'm sure you have your reasons. Well then, I will take my leave." He turned a complete 180 and started to walk away, then turned his head back to look back and said, "If you change your mind, well, we'll be in touch." The Blood Dragon walked behind a tree and soon disappeared, and not even Mythrilite's Tracking skill could figure out where he'd gone. 

Mythrilite sighed. Well, that was rather eventful. In any event, as long as he was here, he might as well go gather some info for the next boss. He walked off, heading back to town.