The little girl answered without hesitation, "I'm only going in to leave a few things, not to kill anyone!"
"Right! Right! Right!" The Undead standing near her happily revived.
These Undead had clearly decided that this gray-robed mage was a guide NPC.
Once they formed that impression, he had to be one, even if he wasn't.
Only if he never appeared in the area again would those frantically searching for a particular teleportation NPC realize that they might, just might, have found the wrong person.
Until then, they would never think they were mistaken.
Even if the NPC firmly denied it, they would simply assume they hadn't approached the conversation correctly... and keep trying over and over.
Granted, when Hill played games himself, he hated having people like that in his party more than anything.
After all, daily quests were daily quests. Normally, they had to be finished within half an hour to deserve that name.
Yet these people could make your dailies, especially dungeon quests, more exhausting than a first-clear run.
And back when Hill played games, most games didn't yet have any dungeon-reset features.
Most people couldn't bear to abandon the progress they had worked so hard to make.
By the end, the more sunk costs they had invested, the harder it was to let go. They really were enduring misery just to keep someone else happy.
The most intolerable part was that these people were often the first to give up.
So even someone as good-tempered as Hill occasionally had the delusional thought, If only I knew you in real life...
But by the same token, he knew where these people could be useful... as long as he wasn't the one dealing with them.
For instance, the gray-robed mage was currently racking his brains to get these