A gnome named Cog shipped a batch of deviate fishes, inviting me to partake in his delicacy. Last time I trust a gnome, I tell ye! Me legs became horribly stretched out, me breasts shrank, and me stomach became queasy as I turned into a roguish human!
I figured since I was taller, I’d see how high I could kick up me legs in the air. Instead of doing the fine dwarvish clog stomping that we be renown for, I couldn’t do anything more than wiggle me bum and touch various parts of me arms repeatedly or do a butter-churning motion.
Did I not mention that me breasts shrank?
Ay yi yi.
