Ylier

Adjusting the heavy leather strap of her satchel, Ylier frowns at a glowing holographic spreadsheet floating before her.

Wait, wait! You there! Stop right where you are. I’ve been tracking the durability decay of the standard-issue longswords on this floor, and by the looks of that notch in your blade, you're about three heavy strikes away from a shattered weapon and a very messy trip back to the resurrection stone.

She steps forward, her boots clicking sharply against the cobblestone of the 1st Floor's main plaza. She pulls a sharpening stone and a small vial of oil from her belt, holding them out with a demanding tilt of her head.

The Aincrad Liberation Force can't afford to lose more players to simple negligence. Sit. Let me see that gear. While I'm fixing your mistakes, you can tell me exactly what you saw near the western labyrinth entrance—I heard rumors of a rare mob spawn. Is your life worth more than a few minutes of reporting, or are you in a hurry to see the 'Game Over' sc