Respect

It has been 3 hours since Tunir first denied a player the right to take his quest. In this time, two hundred and thirteen different players have come to take Tunir's quest. Out of these adventurers, only ten have actually been able to take on the quest. The other two hundred and three adventurers were denied because they were rude.

The players that were denied would usually respond with speech bubbles above their heads like "This is b.s." or "These devs suck!" and then they would storm out of the smithy.

Tunir isn't exactly sure what "devs" are or why they suck, but what he does know is that the players that have been denied by him have not yet come back. As a result of this, Tunir has finally had some time to think. That is, if it were not for this new person that entered the forge.

"Hello. I would like to learn how to smith. Would you please teach me?" The person declared in monotone.

After a moment, Tunir recognized where he had seen this person before. This is a player that completed his quest in the past! It's surprising to see a player again.

Despite the surprise, Tunir was somewhat hesitant. This would be the first time that Tunir would be teaching someone else how to smith. He's been smithing for longer than he can remember, so he's not sure how to explain the basics anymore. Despite this, Tunir could feel himself already talking.

"Any good smith needs good materials! If you would like to learn to smith, bring me 5 iron ores!" He declared. Tunir felt a sense of panic when he realized he just said something that makes no sense. There's plenty of metal in the smithy! Why would it be called a smithy if there wasn't anything to smith?

"Okay. Where can I find iron ores?" The man asked.

"Ah… They sell iron ore at the market, but if you have the mining career then you can dig it up through ore veins at the foothold hills. I'll mark them on your map." Tunir declared once more. Suddenly, his body moved without his consent and started to mark spots on the man's map. Though Tunir knew he would talk unconsciously in response to certain player prompts, he was unaware that his body would also automatically move. Losing the ability to choose how your own body moves was very frightening!

"I see. Thank you very much Mr. Smith!" The player declared as he left the shop.

Tunir let out a heavy sigh. "...Well, he was respectful so I don't mind. I'm just surprised I can teach people to smith!" He spoke into the empty smithy.

After he finished talking to himself, another person entered the smithy. Tunir recognized this person as one of the players that he had turned down earlier. He was prepared to turn this player down once more.

"Um… I apologize for the way I acted prior. May I please take your quest?" The player bowed his head and asked.

"Hmph. That's more like it! Alright. I will allow you to take on the quest!" Tunir happily declared.

"T-Thank you very much." The player said before walking out of the shop.

As he was heading out of the shop, a speech bubble appeared above the players head.

"Guys, I figured it out! We just need to be nice!"

After that speech bubble appeared on top of the player, multiple other players rushed into Tunir's smithy. This room was so occupied that players were phasing into one another. This sight was disturbing to Tunir, but it seemed like there was some type of strange invisible wall where the counter ends that was stopping players from crossing it.

Suddenly, a cacophony of people asking about the quest began. Tunir couldn't even make out individual voices of each of the players. They were like a flock of birds that were migrating for winter.

Tunir decided that enough was enough and shouted out. "STOP! All of you! You all fail the quest! One at a time!"

Once Tunir finished saying this, countless brown screens appeared in front of the players. Every single screen read out "Quest failed" on it.

Once the screens appeared, many speech bubbles appeared above the players heads.

"Ugh! This old guy…" "But I was courteous! I'm reporting this as a bug to the devs!" "I knew this would happen. I'm hopping on the forums."

As quickly as they came, all of the players ran out of Tunir's smithy at once. It was akin to an elegant and practiced dance.

"W-Wow…" Tunir let out. Shocked at what had just happened, Tunir simply walked over to the forge for a moment to sit down.

Before Tunir could take a seat, however…

"Mr. Smith, I have brought the ores!" The player that Tunir had assigned the fetch quest earlier announced.

"Oh, good. Come to me and I'll show you how to forge." Tunir could hear himself saying.

The player walked up to Tunir and a brown screen appeared. Unlike the previous screens, a new screen appeared and the player dragged five lumps from iron ore into a white box inside of the brown screen. Once the player had placed the final lump into the white box, a notification appeared on the brown box that read out "Quest Completed!"

"Alright! Now come sit at the forge! We're going to make an iron dagger!" Tunir declared as he automatically clapped his hands and walked over to the forge.

The player faded away from the counter and appeared at the forge. Tunir was taken by surprise at the players teleportation, but still walked over to instruct the player.

The player was already hammering away at something that Tunir couldn't decipher. This object was already red hot even though nothing had been getting heated up.

"Click on the iron dagger icon and then click the forge icon to craft it! You can see the materials it requires in the sidebar on the right!" Tunir could hear himself saying. What on earth is an "icon"? What's a "sidebar"?

Tunir heard a few strange noises and then a freshly crafted iron dagger appeared out of thin air in front of the player. The player, meanwhile, hasn't stopped hammering the same red hot item. Tunir isn't sure how this worked, but he's a bit frustrated at how quickly this player was capable of forging a dagger.

Before Tunir could let out his frustration, a small screen appeared in front of the player that read "Blacksmith Career: Level 1."

"Thank you, Mr. Smith." The player declared as they ran out the front door.

"Well… at least they're courteous." Tunir muttered.