In my case, I knew I'd only be able to play for a little while, so I decided to go for the immediately useful. My RPG class philosophy is simple -- there are very few problems that can't be solved by the liberal application of fire. I took as my first two skills a basic fireball and a fire enchantment that turns any ordinary sword into a blazing torch. Thus armed, I waded into the thick of the Satyrs' woods, laying about me with my flaming sword and fireballs, and hitting the "alt" key to pick up the goodies that flew off their bodies. In a relatively short time, I had acquired a decent set of leather armor, a couple of experience levels, and a subpoena from The Hague wanting me to answer questions about my one-man genocide against the Satyrs.