((OOC: Wheee!))

Balmung squinted, peering at the NPC that stood before him. Was this another malfunction or a storyline event? Half of the character's shoulder was peeling off, the fabric of data unraveling each moment. Was this another fluke in the system? The NPC certainly acted like a player. It yelped and cringed like a human...

"Shoping center?" An alarm in the back of Balmung's mind began to ring, "Are you sure you're programmed to say that?" He sheathed his sword slightly but kept it ready for battle. Crossing the player's arms easily, Balmung adopted the haughtly glare that most high level players used when adressing a newcommer.

There was a moment of silence that made Balmung uncomfortable. He frowned, squirming under the NPC's human gaze.

"Fine, tell me about this event-thingy."