It was like being caught near a wildfire. These nasty smelly feces covered vermin came in droves down the mountainside. There was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Then in the midst of the confusion, I met one. It was sinister, it was the embodiment of evil, it was a Drow. There I stood, face-to-face with a Drow. It has the face and odor of death itself with cold chilling eyes. It moved slowly and deliberately but in the blink of an eye it can strike. It had bloody weapons in each hand, I tried to evade it but it cornered me. I hit it but it seemed to chuckle as it struck back. It is hard to say why I am still alive, was it the next wave of vermin or the monk who came out of nowhere to carry my wounded body out of harm’s way. I have survived my first battle. I have faced our greatest fear and I am only six days a woman and no longer a girl.