‘What have I gotten myself into?’ I said to myself as this merry band of ‘heroes’ slowly made our way through the underground tunnels. We had chanced a Changling down here and gotten wrapped up with Drow. From all the stories I had heard, the Drow were a vicious people with very little in the way of honor. But everything I had seen made me rethink that. Yes they could be cruel and vicious but so could any other group. The entire way they had handled our groups intrusion into their lands made me think they had a strict honor code. Yes we had been attacked but from all we could tell those were by renegades. I looked around the dark tunnel at the group I had been made a part of and wondered not for the first time, what joke the fates had in store for me. I walked behind the smelly half-orc with my tail hanging from her belt. ‘Wench’ I thought as I watched ‘my’ tail swished in front of me.