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  <subtitle>&amp;quot;Wait!&amp;quot; Jaime said suddenly. &amp;quot;We have one more problem.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;What's the matter, Jaime?&amp;quot; Will said, smirking. &amp;quot;Afraid you'll break a nail?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;This is a serious one, Will!&amp;quot; she told him. &amp;quot;Look, we're all experienced gamers, sure. The characters we've taken on have been through dozens, if not hundreds, of battles. But we, the players, have any of us ever _really_ been in a fight?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;I'm a...&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;I know, Dave, you're a black belt. But have you ever been in a fight that wasn't in a ring with rules?&amp;quot; She had me there.

&amp;quot;A valid point, my dear,&amp;quot; Adrovan replied. &amp;quot;But you are not merely _playing_ your characters. You _are_ your characters. All their knowledge and skills are yours.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Meaning,&amp;quot; she asked, &amp;quot;I can cast any spell that Tanitha can, because I _am_ Tanitha.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Exactly!&amp;quot; Adrovan answered.

&amp;quot;Okay, then&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;One more query. Everyone is one of their characters from this world. I've only ever played one wizard here. Who am I supposed to be?&amp;quot;

Adrovan laughed. &amp;quot;Why, that should be obvious, my boy. You're me!&amp;quot;</subtitle>
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