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The interface to join a party popped up, sent by the beast man, whose user name was War Tiger. The name made sense, given his race and demeanor. Espik could imagine that in a battle the beast man's nearly placid appearance could become ferocious. Espik accepted the party invite. Tail lashing and wings twitching in anticipation, she assesed the two other people in her party. Nightmare was fast while War Tiger was a tank. Espik herself was a mage-melee hybrid of a sort; her skills were magical but her basic attacks were physical. Because of her high offenses and inability to wear most armors, she was what one would consider a 'squishy' character. This was part of the reason she relied so much on her Wind Charm skill.

"I have a healing ability," she responded to War Tiger's question.

Another character was approaching, one who looked like a veteran. He had an odd sense to him, unpredictable and dangerous. Espik's tail fluffed out and her fur stood on end, making her appear bigger.

"Stand... aside..." he ordered, voice lacking any inflection at all.

Something about this newcomer had riled up War Tiger for the beast man launched an impressive attack. It looked like he pulled items out of thin air. Espik stayed back, not wanting to get into any battling yet, but was ready to heal War Tiger if need be. Instead the beast man sailed through the empty looking person, who intoned a monotonous, "Owch..."

What was up with this new character? He definitely didn't seem like the kind of person to cross, but Espik didn't think that he was the sort of person anyone would get along with, either. At least this appeared to be a non-PvP area so no one would get killed.