[F5-SP] To do some business <<Arabian Nights 1>>

[Mars 0]

Stepping upon the fifth floor once more with his katana in hand and still wearing his light armor as he makes his way towards the beginning of what is going to be the start of this rather small quest chain for better or worse. His partner in crime having once more most likely passed out somewhere on one of the many floors in Aincrad as well as passing out in a random location outside of a settlement making the use of trying to get into contact difficult. Having attempted to get into contact and having failed horribly in doing so due to having waited for a hour and having received no response from the insomniac spear user. Which leaves him with where he is now as he makes his way through the main settlement of Fortaleza with his liger following right behind him as little trails of glass that get covered up in sand follows from where his familiar steps foot onto the sand.

[Mars 0]

As he makes his way towards the tavern the beating of the blaring sun that bathes the floor in a eternal wave of flaming heat hits his form as he can feel it rather viscerally due to the color choice of the armor that he is wearing. The only saving race being that the gear is all light armor making it a lot more tolerable than if he had been walking around in what he plans to be wearing when he gets to his heavy armor set of gear when he hits that tier three wall. 'Which reminds me i should also start doing that phoenix quest i hear about on floor nine so i can change that gear up to make it more befitting of my sort of style.' he thinks idly to himself as another thing gets added upon his to do list oft things to do before he reaches the frontlines boss fight which could happen at any point in time. Though the proceedings of that meeting were laughable to say the least about the group of which so many people have respect for due to what they are doing for their eventual freedom.

[Mars 0]

The frontliners that were suppose to be these sorts of heroes and idles that were looked up to by everyone from the fact they are so selflessly giving their lives for the opportunity of creating freedom, and the thought that they are possibly the embodiment of teamwork since none of them have died in so long. Just being bickering children and have mainly composed of just guesswork from what he has observed during that meeting with only a few doing their best to try and keep some semblance of peace, and if things are to be believed whatever the last attempt at that meeting that he wasn't apart of went a whole lot worse than the one he attended did. It is kinda funny viewing them from this outside perspective. Honestly, if given enough time they might just end up killing each other themselves and all i will have to do is just stand off towards the side and watch as everything crumbles. They are seemingly going to do a better job at killing each other than any PKer guild.

[Mars 0]

Looking up as he arrives at the location he sees the simple establishment that is this pub, tavern, inn, whatever it is meant to be and enters into the building as he checks the time and sees that whatever NPC that is meant to be here isn't currently here. Must have gotten the wrong time for when i was meant to be here. Well that is irritating beyond all measure. He grumbles softly to himself in irritation and than just shrugs and than goes and spends the remaining time doing the phoenix quest. Since in theory it should take that amount of time and take till possibly night, evening, whenever this quest spawns that isn't the afternoon.

After having killed the phoenix and having changed the appearance of his gear he enters back onto floor fire as the setting sun is seen as the stars slowly come out and settle over the floor signaling the start of what is hopefully this time the correct time to be on this floor. The katana user quickly making his way back towards the tavern from which this quest is meant to start at. Second time's the charm.