Roisin stared in disbelief about how abrupt this player was, sending an alert IM and shouting it across the fountain area. Checking the data on this player, Roisin noticed he was only on level one. Giving another glance, her mind spinning on whether she should join or ignore.
Walking with hesitation, Roisin approached the male character. On his data it said he was 19, two years older than herself. It was a reasonable deference for the age group.
"E-excuse me." Roisin brought her arms close to her chest and her hands nervously in front of her mouth, "I would like to join you."
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Jericho peered to a girl walking to him, turning to face her the young man smiled,
"Alright! A Harvest Cleric, just what I need--next to other fighters."
He could tell the other player was on-edge, sighing he didn't want her to feel over-powered by his amazingly awesomeness. (oh ego...I love you so...T_T)
"I'm Jericho, just stand next to me. We need more people to join, even if it's one more."