Note to self, Ral thought, Never make out of period humor to people talking to shimmering vortexes. "Umm...Gunten Tag!" Ral said to the leaderly looking dark elf,"Sprechien sie englias? -did I pronounce that right?- I wish I knew drow or one of those medively languages, since that sword looks awfuly painful and with my luck I've just insulted yer house matron or something equally nasty, and I'm babbling aren't I?"
Well, the Monk thought, cause he's just that kinda guy, at least I got their attention; I hope they have a thing against hitting clergy...
