> The answer comes to you quickly.
> One of three things is the most likely
> Either she wakes up and appreciates it.
> Wakes up and doesn't care or question it.
> Or she thinks you're a creep.
> You really hope it's not the last one, but no matter how this pans out, you can't foresee a truly long term problem.
> At least you hope.
> Stop worrying about it.
> ...
> Nope still worrying about it.
> Best to just clear your head and meditate for a few hours.
> Breath in...
 
> Warforged don't breath...
> Okay focus on something else...
> Something you remember well.
> The first thing that comes to mind are the events of today.
> Not the fall or the various meetings with p0nies.
> The events leading up to this little development.
> The details of the job you where hired for.
> The people you where supposed to working with.
> And the ultimate reason you had accepted the mission.
 
> The men who had brought you the contract where a simple bunch.
> Oddly enough each was actually considered a rogue.
> The first, the apparent brain of the group, was some sort of mechanic.
> The second, an assassin, was supposed to be the groups fighting arm.
> The third, an apparent acrobat, was supposed to scout ahead and find or eliminate the most major threats.
> You never got good looks at any of them, as they all wore similar full body suits and masks.
> Seemed rather stupid to you, if they where adventurers chances are they could afford better gear to conceal themselves.
> Anyway, the three had approached you with a simple task.
> They wanted your help exterminating a clan of Kobolds.
> They had tried to sway you with tales of a simple task, and easy money.
> Wholesale slaughter is something you would never consider under normal circumstances.
> This contract was different however.
 
> This clan had been abducting and brutally murdering citizens.
> That alone had forced your hand.
> However what had truly inspired your conviction, was another important detail.
> They had begun to abduct children.
> That didn't fly with you.
> So you hefted up your maul and your shield, slammed back what was left of your tonic, and followed them to the sewers.
> From the get go it had been a slaughter.
> The rogues you had accompanied had a simple plan.
> You could use your strength and size to generate a distraction allowing them to stay in the best places to do damage.
> It had worked incredibly well.
> You didn't walk away from the fights unscathed, but Number One...
> Yes that is what he had you call him...
> Had been more than skilled enough to keep you standing.
 
> For a while it had seemed that the job would go off without a hitch.
> Of course Number Three had pointed this out...
> Mere minutes later you had stumbled into the main room.
> Then everything went bad, fast.
> The room had a few distinct features.
> The first was an alter, not much different than the one you where dropped onto.
> The second was the shaman opening a portal in the room.
> He just laughed maniacally as he succeeded.
> Then in a flash of light he was gone.
> You had quickly found yourself engaged on all sides by kobold warriors and throwers.
> That alone would have done almost nothing.
 
> The beholders that had poured forth from the portal on the other hand...
> Within seconds your group had been cut down.
> You where not so easily beaten however.
> You had tactically retreated into a low hall way where you could fight the flying creatures.
> Scores of kobolds had fallen to you, and no less than six beholders had been slain as well.
> Your skill with your maul, honed over your half a century of life, had allowed you to smash them with but one swing.
> There where however, always more.
> Just as blood thirsty as the last and while you felt no fatigue, injuries, no matter how small did begin to add up.
> Eventually an Elder Beholder had set it eyes on you.
> It was more clever than it's comrades.
> It had used its telekinetic abilities to force you into terrible positions.
> It was not long before you where overwhelmed and fell to them.
 
> The rest is history...