Abercrombie to do another job that I can't possibly be qualified for.What's going on? Out of two hundred students, why am I getting all thisattention?... It can't be because I'm anyone important, or a particularlygood student."Miss Backstitch sighed. "I'm sorry, Lisa, but I can't answer yourquestion. Not now. All I can tell you is that at some point we will beable to answer your question, and when we can, we will." That's not fair, ma'am! Am I in danger or something?" No, Lisa, you're in no. “Very well, the new handmaids have settled in well and the population is establishing a pattern I hope to make the norm. Pugard is now my equivalent of a mayor and fusses about making the village ‘aesthetically’ pleasant to look at and live in. Frunt is happy as my new high priest and the Orcs are happy to have him explain the ‘book of Athena’ in terms they can use in their daily lives, something neither I nor Gregorius were able to do so well.”“Why was that?” I asked out of curiosity.“Too much. You stand at 5'8'', with a plentiful D-cup chest and a booty that is not lacking either. Your leather armour is reasonably modest while still allowing for mobility, being comprised of a sleeveless chestpiece and a knee-length skirt, with boots to match.You are something of a jack-of-all-trades when it comes to the class department, being proficient with both a sword and a bow, and also knowing a small repertoire of spells. This makes you a fairly formidable threat when it comes to combat, but. I pull it out, and stand there day dreaming about being able to wake up in the morning, and put it on and go out wearing it. Just then, the door opens and silently in strides Mr Naik. I snap out of my day dream. He asks what I’km doing, and I murmur something about just getting some spare uniform, as I fumble with my bag, trying to stash it out of sight. It’s only then, I realise I have a problem. I’m sporting a huge trouser tent, I’ve been dreaming a bit too much. Damn. I fiddle with my bang.