As you step out onto the city streets, you see a mix of players and NPCs. Most of them look like normal humans, but you see a couple of players with more animalistic features. As you step into the market, you spot the stables and head for them. You chose strength after all, so that's probably your best bet for a job.
As you approach, you see some sort of goblin NPC closing a sale with a higher-level player then turns to you. "You here to buy?"
"No." you say "I'm looking for a job."
"Sorry to tell you but I don't have a - hold on" the goblin seems to realize something. "Are you one of the new level ones who just spawned?"
"Yes." you concede.
A smile spreads across his face"Then I might have something for you. Follow me."
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