The arrival of fifty new players today had livened up Scarlet Castle again. The local residents had grown used to these peculiar "mountain folk," and the novelty had worn off. Some were even starting to find them a little annoying, because these "newcomers" were just like the warriors who had come before them: they kept pestering people with the same question, asking if there was anything they could help with.
One or two would have been fine, but when all fifty of them came by to ask the same thing, even the most good-natured residents of Scarlet Castle were bound to get irritated.
This was especially true for residents who had lived through the disaster in Cadman City. It brought back some "painful memories," like being chased down by several people asking if they needed help finding something they'd lost, a missing cat or dog, a missing wife, a missing daughter, or any number of other strange things.
And it wasn't as if you could get mad at them.
After all, they really did mean well, even if their excited tone and eager, punchable expressions made them look as though they'd come to cause trouble.
However, the locals who had plenty of experience being "helped" knew how to make the most of it. They cunningly took the opportunity to hand all sorts of errands to the overly excited new players.
For example, they could have the noisy newcomers tidy up a new home or move things around. They worked quickly and did a good job, and you could even skip cleaning the old place. In some extreme cases, you didn't have to pay them anything at all.
That was because these fellows, whose noses were as keen as hunting dogs', always managed to find "treasures" in the strangest nooks and