Roger picks the warrior.

Something about the warrior look seemed to speak to Roger, so you moved back to that look and pressed enter. Suddenly he felt drowsy. The room seemed to spin and then everything went black.

"Roger... wake up!"

Roger felt something smacking his cheek. He opened his eyes to a bright light and blinked rapidly. He realized he was laying down, so sat himself up and rubbed his eyes.

"Finally! I thought you'd be out all day!" the voice said with relief.

As Roger's vision cleared he recognized the voice. "Becky? What happened?"

"I don't know, you tell me," she replied, "Last thing I remember was being in the waiting room and next thing I know, I'm here with you... dressed like this!"

Roger focused his eyes to his wife and rubbed his eyes again. She was wearing a real life replica of the digital costume he had picked out. "What... how?" Roger asked, perplexed.

"That's what I was asking!" she replied.

"That's the same outfit I picked out for you!" Roger explained.

"So this is your doing?!" Becky cupped her very revealing bra the barely covered her nipples.

"I uh..." Roger started before becoming enamored with his wife in a slinky warrior outfit. With a dumbfounded expression, he simply added, "You look good..."

Becky blushed. "Stop! I'm supposed to be angry at you!" she pouted.

Roger got up and looked at his own outfit. It was a well tailored adventurer outfit. "This is way better than any Halloween outfit..." he admired.

"Well... I do like my furry boots..." Becky admitted, modeling the red fur lined booties. "But why are we dressed like this? Does this have something to do with the inheritance?"

Roger nodded, "Yeah, we're in a game. The object of the game is to bring down some evil wizard."

"Wait, we're in a game world? As in not real?"Becky asked, pinching her cheeks. "Feels real to me..."

Roger shrugged. "Either my great uncle was rich enough to afford really sophisticated virtual reality or rich enough to afford really convincing cosplay..."

"Well, either way, how are we supposed to win this thing?" Becky mused.

Roger checked himself for belongings. He had no weapons and only a flute and a bag of coins. He counted out ten coins that were marked with the face of his great uncle. On the other side was a strange symbol. "Well, maybe if we find a town we could buy supplies with these... do you have anything with you?"

"Does it look like I have pockets?" Becky replied. She looked around and asked, "Where are we?"

The sky was sunny, unlike the stormy night they both last remembered. Not knowing how long they were out, it was still possible the day cleared up. It appeared that they were in an open field surrounded by thick forest, similar to the landscape they drove up.

"I don't know..." Roger answered. If it was the forest on the drive in, Roger had no idea which way the mansion was. He could just pick a direction and hope to run into a road. He heard rushing water nearby. Maybe following a waterway would be a better way to go. Where there's water there's life. Or maybe he was supposed to wait for further instructions.