"You are wise, My Lady." I agreed. "I'll just follow the group."

Luckily, I had hit my head in exactly the same place as it had hit the orc's shield, so I still had only one wound -- a fine lump on top of my head. "Ow!" It complains when I touch it. I'm not going to touch it anymore. "Ow?" It even complains when I sneak up on it. No, really. I'm not going to touch it anymore.

"Who's going to lead the group?" I asked.


-- BG