Looking out of the small dirtywindow panes in the kitchen he couldn't see any sign of the old man, hetried the window, it was painted shut, it had pro...ably not been openedfor years. Slowly he made his way round all the ground floor windows butthey were all the same, the windows were old fashioned with panes thatwere about nine inches square, so even if he broke one he couldn'tsqueeze out of one. He checked the back door but Elwyn had indeed lockedit, exploring he went through another door. Two of their banks failed in the last four years. Property crime is high, and major felonies are on the rise. So I’d say, yes, things there are very bad. But they’re bad because nothing is being done to make them better, and the idiots they elect to govern are lucky to find their own parking spaces. As I see it, they’re panicky and have adopted an ‘every man for himself’ mentality, so they’re all afraid to admit that they screwed up and they have zero concern for what all their blundering will. You thought you could just come over and fuck my girlfreind without any consequences to your greedy actions? Well I am afraid you were sadly mistaken.Rebecca is here and she will guide me as to what treatment you must recieve for your greedy actions earlier tonight. As you will have noticed, you are no longer in the cosy bedroom, but rather in the cellar, way below the house. Screaming for help is not going to be of any avail, so take what is comming your way like a man, or should I say, like. Safer, because no one knew how to find Lyx Varan in the staggering size of Arcadia.Well, no one except a clone of me.Four hours after I awoke, and nine after Nyx was created, there was a knock on the door of my small inn room, in a bucolic town mostly populated by humans and wood-elves. I was presenting as a wood-elf, tall and slender, my skin pale-green. It was the 77th place I'd visited in the last hour, the 77th NPC I'd patched myself into in between furious bouts of trying to code a tunnel.