Pathfinders Saga

The gnome glowered at the assembled group of fourteen. "So let me get this straight," she repeated for seemingly the millionth time that day, "You want to be randomly scrambled into pairs and dropped randomly throughout time and the two worlds?"

Exchanging glances with one another, there was a silent group agreement, and some nods were aimed at the bronze dragon, who shook her head and sighed. "Nalsia, Aiden, Ician; I know I owe all three of you for saving my flight's tails time and time again, but this? This is pretty much so far up on the weird scale, we'd need another scale."

"But Chromie," Nalsia butted in, "It's a team exercise. Depending on where people are dropped, and who they're dropped with, we can strengthen team bonds and friendship and....yadda yadda yadda, the point is, please? Just this once?" Death Knights weren't known for their puppy eyes, but she gave it her best shot.

Meeting her eyes, Chromie sighed. "I just......Nozdormu and Soridormi-"

"Already gave us permission," Nalsia interrupted again, "Pleeeeeease, Chromie? For old time's sake?

"As I recall, in old times we nearly died a lot. But fine."

A few whistles and cheers occurrred before they were silenced by the dragoness's fierce glare. "But by randomizing the drop points, there's no guarantee you won't end up in Tempest Keep, or even Shadowfang Keep, or even Vashj'ir."

"We know, Chromie, but one last request."

"Nozdormu's beard, you don't ask much, do you?"

"Send us to any time period but this one."

"........you're strange. Fine. Three, two, one-"

Laeini groaned and sat up, rubbing her head as her wings twitched, working to dispell her headache and the cramps in her wings. She heard a deeper, vaguely more masculine groan from somewhere behind her, then a familiar voice mumbled: "Laeini?"

"Yes Zephros?"