Far away in a grassland; a vagrant was running for his life from an elementor, running for his life. "Aw crap," He said, standing at the edge of a cliff, the elementor walking closer.

"Sweet dreams, idiot," the elementor said and burnt the vagrant.

Hours later a Billposter walked by and resurrected him smiling and inviting him to the guild.

"The name's Dentasia," she introduced herself, "and welcome to "RIP."