Running a bit faster, Alan ran up to the end of the line that was snaking out of the main entrance. It was an orderly queue, with each party standing a few feet away from the next person in line. Taking his place at the end, Alan looked over at Red Death, and interrupted his lecture. He'd go back and listen to it at some point.

“Hey, thanks for bringing me here, I think I’ll be fine by myself here. Before you go though, can you tell me why everyone so orderly?”

“Hmm?" Red Death tilted his head, as if he just realized who he had been talking to. "Oh, it’s generally considered common courtesy to stay at least a few feet away from other players, to prevent actions such as theft. As you’ve no doubt noticed, people have a number of insignias on their armor or weapons, to show their alliances, and to warn people not to mess with them. A few players are even so noteworthy their name and title will appear above their heads. You should generally steer clear of these people, as you don’t want to risk pissing a Named player off, and given the countless customs of players you’re more likely to piss someone off just being near them, either looking at them the wrong way or by not looking at them. Are you certain you’ll be okay alone?”

Alan nodded.

“Alright, it’s your choice. Honestly, given that you have no insignia and you’re wearing Revenant armor, most players are likely to consider you fairly suspicious. You should try to stick to the main streets and thoroughfares.”

Alan hesitated, but Eve prompted him to ask the question.

“Um, right, except, well, what do you know about the Undercity?”

Red Death turned his head sharply towards Alan, then glanced about them.

“The Undercity? Why would you want to go there? I haven’t even been allowed there until I reach level 250.”

“Um, I read something about it on the Globalnet, that’s all.”

“Well, my advice is to steer clear of that place. It’s a deathtrap. All sorts of gangs, pirates and even slavers hang out there. A single, low leveled player without any guild or government to back you up would be easy pickings. Of course, you’d have to find an entrance first, and they’re rumored to be impossible to find.”

Unfortunately, I don’t think I have much of a choice, Alan thought. It looked like this simple task wasn’t going to be as simple as he hoped.

“Okay, I’ll definitely avoid the Undercity then. Thanks for your help.”

I definitely need to hide my level too, then maybe other players will be more cautious…

Red Death saluted, then turned around, running back towards the Haxlard Embassy.

A few minutes later, Alan finally reached an Administrator directing players onwards.

“Greetings, player. How may we assist you today?”

Alan concentrated on the Administrator in front of him, forming a mental connection.

I want to change my username, hide my level and make other information private as well. I was also hoping to spend my ability points, peruse the vault, and also set my respawn point here.