[Report wanted criminals in the nearest outpost!]
A sign wobbled in the wind while pedestrians walked by on the busy street.
Beggars wearing old, dirty clothes and holding out empty hands for spare change were scattered throughout the area.
A few players seemed to take pity on them and tossed a few silver coins into their outstretched hands. They were mostly new players and weren't used to seeing such sights in their peaceful world.
At that moment, a group of older players approached them, their faces stern and disapproving. They kicked the new players out of the way and shouted for the beggars to leave their territory at this very moment.
The players wore black-leathered clothes with spikes on their arms and shoulders. A sigil of roaring engines adorned their backs. They were a formidable sight, and the new players knew better than to challenge them.