‘Hail,’ I try again.
His name appears over his russet head: ‘Cinderfox, Son of the Boundless.’
‘Greetings, Little Mountain Tiger. Glad you accept my invitation.’
I sit.
‘Tea?’
‘Thank you.’
After a moment or two, an animated serving girl appears, bearing a tray with a teapot and two cups.
Obviously, Cinderfox has way more pull in this game than I do.
‘Jasmine? Dragon Well? Oolong?’
‘Dragon Well,’ I type.
Of course, the whole thing is ridiculous. I’m going to sit here and drink imaginary tea with a cartoon character?
The serving girl pours. We drink.
‘Dragon Well is good choice,’ Cinderfox types. ‘You gain wisdom and stamina from this.’
I check out my character inventory. My wisdom and stamina have increased by five points each.
‘Why did you invite me?’ I type.
‘I think we should keep our business private. Now that you found me.’
Just like that, a bamboo screen surrounds our little table.
The chat window has changed colors. The banner now reads ‘Private Chat.’
‘I make us anonymous,’ Cinderfox types.
‘Cool.’
‘Have more tea.’
If I had the ability, Little Mountain Tiger would be squirming in her seat about now. I really don’t feel like wasting more time drinking virtual tea, regardless of what it does to my wisdom score.
But I go along with it. This isn’t my game.
‘Okay, Cinderfox,’ I type. ‘What is this quest?’
‘Maybe this up to you.’
‘Don’t know what you mean.’
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