[PP-F3] Welcome be worn out (yar) [Arc]

[Obiltus 0]

Another trip to the Third Floor for yet another quest, Obiltus got the feeling that he'd be here on this floor quite a bit, and better get to liking it. Not that he seemed to mind, given the floor seemed largely uninhabited with the exception of "Tourists". And by Tourists, Obiltus of course referred to those who came and went according to their quest needs, whether be accepting one, helping with one, or declining one, just the same exact reason he was there for. Which was nice, a like-mindedness of the world meant order, and most of all, a general sense of safety. Obiltus had wanted nothing more than to atleast gain a tiny bit of strength, again, not by any means to be "the best" but simply to be looked at, and atleast semi feared. That's the mind set he went into every game with, to atleast have semi-decent stats so that those on his same level would think he is either a formidable foe, or someone not to be trifled with. One of the many reasons Obiltus didn't aim higher was simply because he believed Overambition was deadly, look at the like of Julius Caesar or Napoleon. He was willing to venture that there had been a few deaths to the likes of overachieving and weak-willed grabs for power, though his history on the subject of Aincrad was shaky at best, and had no idea for sure, only a passing guess.

So, his rapier in tow and the mindset of "get [censored] done" echoing in his mind, Obiltus set out to accept another quest, this one proving to be relatively easy and produce atleast a moderate award, setting him on his path to success, to atleast be recognized by a small group of people, if not a large group. Upon accepting the quest <<Worn Out Welcome>> the young adult turned and began scanning the crowd for an ally in this venture.