It has been a day now since I came to this world.
Strange, isn't it? Just when you have something you want within your reach, something has to happen to make everything wrong. I once heard this called 'murphy's law.' A passing Necromancer had bitterly retorted that when something didn't go quite his way, and I found it funny that people actually had a term for it.
Of course, I hadn't thought of using it until now. Before now, I really didn't have the time to. I was too focused on exacting my revenge on the Charr for taking everything I cared about.
It's good to see that teamwork is valued so highly in this world, too; I have a partner, I guess I can say. His name is Goblimon. He looks a little like some monsters I have back in my world; training against those things makes for good practice. I always used to imagine that I was striking a Charr Warrior. It was a good feeling.
Goblimon is nice, though. He tries a little too hard to get me to like him, I think, but he's nice. I'm just not as skilled with dealing with people ... or little green, club-wielding creatures.
My name is Gwen. I'm a mesmer.
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