The Unseen Threat

Once the contract was signed and the potions and masks were in Maya's inventory to distribute, Ragnarok Reaper faced Xin.

"If you don't mind me asking . . . are you really a player?" Ragnarok Reaper inquired.

Xin blinked, not understanding where the question came from. "Yes. Why?"

"It's just that . . . you have formed a relationship with Poppy which none of us could do in the days that we have been here, slayed Salathiir with one shot, and now even concocted the mask and the cure. I find it hard to believe that a single player could achieve these much feat."

". . . Are you suggesting that I'm an NPC?"

"That's the only logical explanation I can think of. Or . . . you're really a skilled and high level player who stumbled upon an extraordinary item, or class, or both."

Xin waved his hand and turned his back. "Think of me whatever you want; I don't care as long as I get what I came here for."