Linley had currently found his way into L.A. in order to fullfil a quest or two. Hopefully this city he'd previously only seen on the TV or internet would be able to help him gain a foothold in this changed world. While he would like to think that he was quite capable when thrown at any problem, this system thing didn't take too kindly to him being weak and having power worked differently now. One could say that he was at his lowest point in years when it came to having influence or insight into anything.

As he was walking down an L.A. sidewalk, he was pondering what he was to do now that he was completely alone for the first time in his life. A system window showing his status was hovering to his left, while in his right hand he was trying to see if any of his old contacts could be messaged through this thing. Well, weirdly enough he would message them through the system, but either way he had not managed to contect anyone he knew from before this whole game thing started. Even for his parents he didn't care too much if they remained a question mark in the past forever, but it hurt to have nothing to fall back on. With a few movements of his fingers he closed the apps that had been open on his smartphone and put it into the inside of his jacket. His eye inadverntently fell on the still open status window and he shook his head. Couldn't his class be more of a powerful wizard? Why a defensice class? Also why was it a class that relied on the help of others?

His satus window vanished and he looked back infront of him as he casually walked down the street, he was about to leave the safe zone and start the first mission he had scouted out. Apparently this was a standard affair for newbies, as trolls kept respawning quickly again at some point after they'd been defeated, or so it was explained to him. The naming conventions confused him, Trolls were supposed to be big and strong, this sounded more like goblins to him. Well, whatever, he was here to gain some experience, though maybe he should have prepared more then just the stiletto style switch knife he always carried around as a weapon. Well, worst case he could hightail it out of here and leave the problem to someone else, even if that would leave a sour taste in his mouth.

As the newborne tanker, if one could call him that, was carefully observing his surroundings for any ongoings, he calmly and carefully approached his targeted area.