The force of the wood knocking her over, and landing on her bottom. For a few long seconds she didn't comprehend what was going on, but the river of people had finally reappeared trailing through this way once again. Amai couldn't help but tear up a bit as she climbed back onto her feet, patting the dust from rear and leaning against the counter top responsible for knocking her down, though what was really getting to her was this sense of being watched. Was it the people behind her? Where was this piercing feeling coming from, she thought to herself as she looked towards the interior area of the shop she was in front. And that is when her question was answered, because there he stood, a tall burly man, bearded to compliment his greying black hair, and seeming dirty enough to have not showered in months. The expression on Amai's face was absolute shock, people alone scare her, so rugged scruffy men would obviously terrify her, enough to the point where she froze. Her body stiff, her face seeming to be stuck in horror, though there were signs of life as moisture still was visible around her eyes from when she had cried.
"Oi there 'ye shouldn't be scared o' merchants." The man said, placing his hands in his apron as he walked over to the kiln in the back right corner of his shop.
Amai seemed to have forgotten about how realistic the Non-player Characters were supposed to be in the chaos, though she only responded with a nod to the man.
"Not much'e talker, that's okay." He said, opening the door of the kiln to check on the pots he had apparently made for selling.
This time she felt a little more comfortable, she climbed onto a seat in front of the counter sitting with her knees close to her face she muttered quietly. "Th-thank you. D-do you know anyone who's looking for help?"
"Was jus'about'e ask ye'!" The merchant blurted loudly, stepping away from his kiln and towards the chair on the opposing side of the counter.
"There's 'e festival goin' on. An' ye' see, us merchants look afte' one another in this village. So I have a request for ye' little one." The merchant leaned in towards Amai to talk to her more directly. "I'm just about te' finish this pot for the produce vendor. Ye' mind taking it te' her for me?"
As the man finished, an apparent quest indicator was received, a small book lighting up and adding it's self to the UI and disappearing from sight. Amai watched the spectacle, confusing the merchant.as he watched her organize the UI in front of him- though he shook it off by scooting closer to the girl once again, putting his face right in front of her's.
"So, ye' up to the task?" He asked.
Amai had finally been offered her first quest, this was a good start she thought. Looking up to see the man's face close to her own she jumped back, nearly losing her balance but luckily not giving in to her bad luck. She slid off the chair keeping her eyes glued to the ground, turning towards the merchant and thinking her actions through for a moment. It seemed like a simple quest, one that had no significance, but experience is experience. She bowed low to the merchant, keeping her arms to her sides and taking a deep breath to avoid getting too nervous.
"I shall gratefully fulfill this task." She said, in a hush but excited tone.
The merchant nodded with a smile, waving her off as she sped from the Potter's Shop, The dusty characteristic of the ground didn't change miraculously after her first incident caused by it, this fact didn't stop Amai from running though, the small girl sliding into walls and boxes as she attempted to navigate the streets. Where was the produce vendor? Her speedy pursuit came to an end when she really thought through the reality of how little knowledge she had about this game. Maybe she should have joined the large groups of people, they would have been able to learn the town quickly. Amai had reached the West Gate, the main entrance of the village and the most populated area of the time. Here, friends were gathering together from other games and partying up to experience this game. She scanned the mass for someone she knew, but it was fruitless, none of her former guildmates were here.
There was a large stone building, it faced the gate but was far enough from people for her to be comfortable. Here she sat, if not to be hopeful of someone she knows stumbling upon her- but also to open her quest log.
From Merchant to Merchant - Quest 1/3
"It's a chain quest? That saves some time." Amai said to herself as she closed the window and wrapped her arms around her legs.