[center][color=orange][h2]Jethro Roranson[/h2][/color]
[b]Interacting with[/b]: [@OneStoryToMany][/center][hr]

[indent]Jethro smiled as Laurel accepted his friend request. He was relieved to have found an ally so soon. He truly believed what he said. If they were going to survive this crazy world they were going to need friends. Going it alone was practically suicide. Even if they do respawn after death, not having a friend there to guide you through the loss could be a burden. Jethro's mood changed when Laurel said they didn't even play MMORPGs. He smiled wide and laughed heartily. [color=orange]"Haha, unlucky indeed, but look at the bright side. You got sucked into a stacked character ready to do. I'm completely new, and a dwarf!"[/color] He said with a chuckle as Laurel checked her stats. When she stated her level and her rank in scythes he grinned triumpantly. [color=orange]"67? Ha, nailed it on the head! Mid game indeed, and not a bad rank. It means whoever had this character before you had quite recently unlocked the scythe skill. Ranks are your level with a skill. Think of it as a grading system. So a rank like C means you're adverage at the skill with plenty of room for improvement. But, don't let that get you down. At level 67 I'm sure you probably have plenty of skills to back it up. Unlike me is all I can do is swing my hammer and hope it hurts enough."[/color] He said with a hopefull smile.[/indent]