“It’s fine,” Wister said, noticing his voice much more gruff than it had been. “Wait, you aren’t an NPC, are you? They don’t apologize. Are you... here too?” He asks, turning to face the centaur. This kept getting weirder and weirder. Everything felt just... wrong. Hopefully he wasn’t the only one, and everyone else was just normal players. And... what if he died here? Would he respawn? Or was death permanant? Hopefully he never found out.