As the Adventurer grumbled about Dungeon Master's less-than-clear directions, and Bubbles and Zak whispered a consultation among themselves, Kryschenn, still a little miffed that Sterling the Drow got the neat sword, decided to give one more try to testing whether or not her own sword held any magic. Dropping to one knee and holding the sword aloft, she intoned, "Ancestral spirts of my clan, I have failed you these many years. Now is the chance to redeem myself. But I cannot do it alone. We must find the sorcerer Gareth beyond the Bullywug swamp. Please, Ancestors, guide my sword."
Almost immediately, nothing happened.
Several moments passed, and nothing was still happening.
Kryschenn peeked one eye open. This wasn't going according to plan. "Aw, Mandy Patinkin made it look so easy in the Princess Bride," she sighed. Finally settling on a more mundane approach, she decided to pass the buck. "So, now that we have a quest, who is going to be the responsible one who leads our group, or groups as the case may be?"
She looked back and forth among her new companions, and then mentally slapped herself when she caught herself wondering if the Adverturer would look good in a kilt.
