On the other side, a few meters from the line of soldiers, a Player in a patterned shirt, or the equivalent of a patterned shirt, was photographing an armored elf from very close, with his face getting to within almost a hand's width of the soldier's face, and the soldier didn't blink, didn't move, and didn't look at him, not once.
"Look at that, he doesn't even move, he looks like a statue!" the Player commented to his friend, laughing. "Dude, these NPCs are incredible. You can get right up close!"
"They're not NPCs," Alice said, through her teeth, but low enough that only the guild members could hear. "I swear that if this man touches him, I..."
"Alice," Dylan called, softly, touching her arm. "Not here."
"I know, I know."
'They still see this world as just a game...' Lohan repeated to himself, and felt an uncomfortable pang in the middle of his body. 'How is it possible that they haven't realized even that?'
