Ah people in character. I think I should die of happiness, should I be accepted. And my kind, loving, halfing won't be expected to go chop goblin heads off! It's so hard to keep up the pretense of being cheerful and loving all the time when you're carrying a sword about you know. A great big battle ax...
Heh. Sorry. Rambling agian. Well, hey everyone. Not accepted yet, waiting. Hope people don't kill me...
Outrageous tricksters....I'll have to keep my gaurd up, won't I, if I'm accepted? Thanks for the warning.
