A Penny for Thoughts; Two for the Bread [ Quest / Areto ]

Eris sat on the bench next to the quest giver, arms stretched out across the back of the rough wood. She had her eyes set on the bottom of the next floor. She wondered what kind of disappointments there would be to find up there. Everything so far about this game had been sad to her. Every programmed sense was weak, barely even the bare bones of what the feelings should be. Bread smelled like bread, sure, but it didn't quite give her the feeling of being home like those bakeries use to. She closed her eyes and frowned. How awful it must be for her, huh?

She shook her head and sat up straight, stretching. She opened up her menu and rummaged through it, trying to find that quest beacon option she'd been shown before. It took her a minute, but she eventually came across it. With a firm nod, she activated the thing, and looked up at the visual information that signified that she was looking for help. she kind of loathed the idea of being forced to get someone to help her, but it was all a part of the bigger picture, she supposed. She shot a glare over at the NPC quest giver, willing him to die on the spot. it didn't work.

With a sigh, she leaned back again, and crossed her arms. She wondered how long it would take for someone to respond to a quest beacon. A few minutes? Maybe hours?