Open Finished Do data beings dream of digital SHEEPs?

"Hm... Hm... I think I can do something here... Let me see...", the text box expanded at Symlink's gestures, hexadecimal rows appeared along with strange codes, he moved lines around with a flick of his fingers, his eyes darting about. He was rewriting some things of his dream at the moment. The text box had a new blank option for a moment, the sky had a moon in a sunny sky for some reason, but soon it looked like nighttime. The moment he was done, the Bard option was available, and the box shrunk to normal with the options it had plus the new option.

"There we go. Bard is just like a Wizard or Cleric, just better at support than both of them!", Symlink's tail swished about, but something was off for a brief moment: the background glitched, misplaced tiles and palette. The moment he noticed that, he made a quick correction and focused back on Rhys.

"I think I also set the day to pass by accident, which also means-", before he could finish, a guard opened the door, walked in, and addressed both of them.

Guard:
"His Majesty requests your presence within the throne room in regards to the permission you have requested."

And then he left them to be. "That answers it. I know how it will go: we will talk to the King and he will tell us something and then give us the Royal Letter.", of course he knew, Symlink experienced this over and over...

"Don't worry. This is just like any other old game: NPCs always says the same thing no matter who speaks to them. I will show you.", and thus Symlink led them to the throne room, and once he approached the king and thus His Majesty spoke to them.

King:
"After enough deliberation We resolved to grant thee safe passage through our gates. However be mindful that thy adventure will be most arduous, monsters roams these lands spreading fear and suffering among kingdoms, tearing us all apart, attempting to bring about an ancient evil that once took us all light."

"Nevertheless, there are brave folk, who despite all odds, even despite all animosity between The Wildkin and Humans, do just as thee did and defy fears that once drove us insane, horrors that haunts the night, darkness that robs all sight. For such brave folk, tis be hard to deny their request."

"Please, take this humble pouch of fortunes and royal scroll, and have a safe journey. We expect to see the end of it in a good light."

And thus, a pouch full of gold coins and the Royal Letter was given to them. Further interaction with either the guards, King or Queen only resulted in simple answers:

King:
"How is your adventure going?"

Queen:
"My husband never talks about it, but I was the one who eloped him and led the creation of this kingdom upon the ruins of an abandoned village. He wasn't royalty, but I was."

Guards:
"Psst, be glad he didn't make a huge talk about his days of glory. He goes for HOURS when he does that speech."

While leading Rhys back to the town after taking the boon granted by His Majesty, Sym responded to their question: "Well... We won't feel pain or the like, but we have to keep this in mind.", he pointed up to a box that showed their HP and... It was two digits at most. But Symlink's MP was close to getting into three digits, and Rhys' was a little over halfway to Symlink's. "If our HP gets down to 0, we will respawn at the church with half the gold we had. But with your supportive skills and my offensive and defensive skills, it should be not worrying enough.", he shrugged the concern off that easily.

"Hm... Since you are not like the usual player character, I think you will control your own choices in battle. Should show up a box with options like Attack, Defend, Skill, Item, then you just pick what to do and the target.", as he explained he began browsing the weapon store.