"Excuse me, Kryschenn." Turning to face Zak, Sterling answered, "What happened to me? You're guess is as good as mine. All I know is that I left home as a human and ended up here as a Drow. I guess this is a result of all of those years of playing one in RPG's. The Dark Elf walked over to Zak, being mindful of her little creations fighting in the tall grass. "I always believed that the Drow got a bad rap, so I chose to play them whenever the opportunity presented itself. I just wanted to prove that they really weren't all bad, now it seems I get the chance to prove it for real this time. Anyway, add to that the fact that I always wanted to have a character like Madmartigan and what you get is a Dark Elf Swordsman."
"I have to admit, this really isn't all bad." pondered Sterling openly. "My reflexes and senses are better than they ever were, I know how to use the sword I'm carrying. And if my knowledge of the Drow is accurate, I will probably need a lot less sleep than the rest of you guys. As I see it, if I'm going to be stuck in the Realm, there are worse things that I could have been turned into."
"Still, the Adventurer is right," noted the Swordsman reflecting on his compatriots words.
"The fighters in the group will probably be needed in the mission to the swamps, while the more tactful and diplomatic among us will probably be need at Yarfell. So, I'm going to take the trip to the swamp instead of going to the kingdom, my skills would probably serve us better there."
"Wait a minute! Is that Kimmy over there?" asked Sterling spying Kimmy and Bubbles talking. "It is her! Uh-oh! I think I hear something coming from somewhere above us." Looking into the sky to see what was coming.
((A Point To Ponder))
