When Jeon first took our little guild into Freedom Orient last year, I felt like I've moved from a little town where everyone knew everybody else into a big city. Fortunately, these "city people" were really friendly and always tried to make sure that we didn't feel left out. Soon we were mixing like milk and sugar in coffee.
Before long, my new guild mates took me to the Greater Howling Abyss dungeon for the first time.
In Lighthalzen, everyone had a role. Every time we went into a dungeon, everyone knew what they needed to do and where to put themselves. I was the tank of the group and though I wasn't the best tank, I thought I wasn't too bad at it! Eager to be of help, I drew my weapon and raised my shield, ready to charge in. "What's the plan?" I asked enthusiastically.
"Just stealth and let the rest of us do the killing."
And off my party went. Not wanting to simply hide myself, I tried to help with the fighting. But soon, the healer was bailing me out of trouble at every turn.
"What are you doing? Don't you know what you are supposed to do?"
It seemed like I had started testing the patience of our slightly impatient archer. I felt like a young Padawan amongst all these people who were stronger than me. Fortunately, being a Padawan also meant having infinite enthusiasm and reduced fear for annoyed people.
"Aw, don't be harsh to her, it's her first time here after all! Here, I'll explain what you need to do." the healer stayed by my side as we continued through the dungeon, and patiently explained what I had to do.
"Get it right and don't get us killed!"
The archer raced ahead, shooting arrows into monster eyes as he ran and slicing enemies up like an elf in a Magic Ring trilogy.
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I didn't know it back then, but I would continue testing the patience of this impatient archer for a long, long time to come, and discover the true colour of the deceptively patient and adorable purple-haired healer, who in reality was really full of mischief.
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