[center][h1]Vrelenor[/h1]  

[h2]??? - ???[/h2][/center]

Vrelenor had been dreaming about using his awesome ice magic to slay monsters and impress the locals (who were of course all attractive, clean and in awe, no dirt covered peasants in his fantasy world), when he was rudely awoken, cold water soaking into his hair, which is certainly longer than it used to be. 

The first thing he did, before responding to the shouty half-elf, was try to check his status, the window popped up, there's his new name (so much more unique than the old one, he'd known two other guys with the same name in college), his stats, assigned as chosen, no inventory is a bit disappointing, he really doesn't want to have actually carry things, too much like hard work, and at last, his race. Elf is definitely an upgrade, sure he doesn't have the details, but almost every generic fantasy setting he's read, watched or played had elves as just better than humans, thank you Tolkien, that explains the hair too.

He stands up and looks around as he talks to the shouty man "Ugh, was the water really necessary, there's no towels in this cave."  
He takes in the cave, the glowing fungus providing surprisingly good lighting. While he'd have preferred a proper welcoming comittee of locals, with an actual explanation and maybe a cute priestess of whichever deity required heroes so awesome they had to fetch them from another universe, this place is actually pretty cool, though he hopes it's not a dungeon.  

He considers trying to dry his hair with ice magic, but that'd probably just make him cold.

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