Use ALL of your abilities

Your thoughts keep drifting back to that elven Ranger girl you saw a few days earlier. You are currently busy gathering up some wire-vines to use in your traps. Its a long and laborious process, as the vines tend to weave their way up through a tree, and they aren't named after wires for nothing. She was super-cute! The best-looking girl you've ever seen! Argh, but she was pretty dangerous-looking too. You picture her arrows thunking solidly into your **** flesh, barbed points lodging in your HP like harpoons. You almost drop the vine strand you're working on you shiver so hard.

Gathering the plant stuff back into your hands, you continue winding it into loops as your mind stubbornly returns to the problem at hand. OK, so she's dangerous. So were the other Players you've killed so far. You're alive because they got complacent and you took advantage of their weaknesses. You just need to do the same with her, right? Still... its even more difficult because you're not looking to kill her. No, you want to ravage her! To feel her tight body writhing underneath you as you wring moan after involuntary moan from her delicious lips and...

You pause to wipe a bit of drool from the side of your mouth and adjust your loincloth against a growing uncomfortable erection. Suffice it to say, you're not going to leave this idea alone. The first step, you decide, is to get more information on her.

You finish up gathering your materials and stash them in a hollow tree you've been using for storage. You absently note that its harder to get into the burned-out cavity than it was previously. You must be getting bigger to better represent your new-found power. When you saw her earlier, she was gathering a particular herb that Players seem to value for some reason. Maybe you can find those and see if she comes back for more? Its worth a shot, anyway.

Several hours later, you stealthily observe a pair of Players as they wander into the area. "Why do we need to be bothering with this crap again, Anders?" Asks a rather whiny Barbarian type, kicking at innocent flowers. Its obvious that he considers this to be beneath him, like gardening or bathing. The response from his Cleric companion is accompanied by a long-suffering sigh. "If you'd read the guide I linked to you earlier, you would know that crafting has to be leveled up like any other skill. These are what we use for the basic healing potions back in town. After we get a few of these, we'll progress on to Marsh-Rakes and Yellow Sting-Blossoms. And no, I won't gather your share while you run off to beat on some Boars or something. If you want cheap healing potions, you need to do your share of the work."

Well then, its not likely that she will be returning here, but you've got a lead for where she might be heading next. You know the plants that 'Anders' mentioned. They generally grow in the marshes to the South-East, a higher-level of creeps making the area one of the last stops for Players looking to level up before heading for other maps. You avoided the area like the plague before, but now you might stand a chance.