“Um, guys,” Jaime said, sounding a touch uncomfortable. “You can stop staring now.”

“Sorry, Jaime,” Robert said. “Just not used to picturing you as an actual, real life girl.” He winked.

“And I don’t want to be picturing you without pants anymore, Rob,” she said, mock disgust on her face. “Please get dressed.”

She left the room and the three of us changed into our characters. Literally.

Rob (now Rexor) was a lot shorter, and had a beard that would make Santa Claus jealous. But there was no mistaking that he was stronger here than back home.

Will, or Sir Eric of Skywatch Tower, looked every bit the nobleman. He had bulked up a bit, and was resplendent in his chainmail armour.

Jaime was supposed to be her Elven priestess, Tanitha Starshine. Not much had physically changed, but she had this ethereal quality I could only chalk up to Elven heritage.

The wizard’s robes I had confused me. I had only ever played one spell-chucker, and he was our host. I guessed it would all be explained in time. I hoped.