Bright morning sun pierced Brel's eyelids, forcing him to wake up. The shadow he was in completely disappeared once the sun hit the corner. It was the alley between the tavern and the blacksmith. It was dark at night, so Brel's passive was the perfect addition for a good night's sleep on the cold hard ground. His back hurt from the uncomfortable night, but who's to blame? He's the one who's trying to save money. His stomach gurgled as he stood up, rubbing his eyes, and strapping on the bandanna. He remembered the meal he had yesterday - a loaf of bread with some sauce that made it quite delicious. Still not enough to sustain. He was forced to go eat somewhere. But where?
Woah, turbulence?! He thought to himself, starting to shake. No, it wasn't turbulence. Although he wished it was. That would mean he's in a plane, and all of this would have just been a bad dream. Nope. It was cold. He was cold from the ground. He opened the HUD to press the inventory button, and equipped everything he had on him - the dagger, the armors, even put his gold pouch on his waist. Yeah, it was not all that safe, but he didn't care. There was no money in the pouch. None at all.
Town square. Brick pavement held his feet as he exited the alley. Being around people wasn't the best thing he liked to do, but also not the worst. The more people, the more pockets. No, Brel, no stealing today! He thought to himself, looking at all those pitiful people out there. Yes, this life was different than the real one, but here at least no one made fun of Brel's geekiness, no one laughed at him for doing something slowly. He wasn't even slow anymore. His body and mind were as fast as it gets. He liked the life here. Of course, the fear of death was always there.
Voices of sad and scared people were heard everywhere. It was chaos. He felt like he had to hide from all of that. The first building his eye caught was someone's house. Just a house of an NPC that apparently was a gardener. Loads of flowers caught his eyes when he entered the house to hide from the chaos. Some were herbs, some were just pretty. He recognized some of them though. Playing for four days, he had already paid a little bit attention to his professions, and studied some herbal plants. He'll need them for poison.
There was no one there. No one to be found in the house. [b]"Hello? Anyone?"[/b} Brel checked, just to make sure. No one was home. His Kleptomaniac instincts took control, and he started scanning the house for anything valuable. His eye caught a glimpse of something shiny. He approached the table where it was - a few gold coins scattered around a whole pouch of them. He snatched the pouch, switching it with his empty one, and walked away from the table. The sound of a door creeking echoed through the house. Buttnoodles! He thought to himself, looking where to hide quickly. He shoved his body behind a huge plant growing in the corner. It had loads of leaves and was bigger than Brel by a whole head. Hiding there, not moving a muscle, he watched a person walk in through the leaves. The man came in the house to pick a herb. He was in his mid fortys. He picked a few petals of the Boul Flower used in many poisons as one of the main ingredients, and left as soon as possible. He was in a hurry, probably going to make a deal.
Brel didn't wait for him to come back, left the house after a minute, and quickly turned towards the tavern to spend the money on some food and drinks...