One summer night about two years ago, after some fairly heavy drinking, I found myself standing on the side of a road. I didn't know how I got there, but I knew it was no ordinary Kansas mile-marker road. Soon I heard a lovely voice singing a song in a language I didn't understand. That's when Ginzelrad approached me.
She saw that I was lost and in some distress, and when she finally tried to speak to me in English, she was able to help.
I'd somehow slipped through a drinkhole to her peoples' world. Ginzelrad is an elf-maiden from the highland mountain forests. I was lucky she found me when she did, because two grumpy Orcs came along soon after, and I would never have gotten high enough in that tree to hide from them, without her help. She helped me find the entrance to the drinkhole so I could go home, and after some discussion, she decided to send me back here to our world with a copy of her journal.
When I asked who she was, she laughed and said I'd "rolled" her at the conception of a D&D game, and that she was grateful I hadn't made her an old wizard or an ugly dwarf. (She has an odd sense of humor, which is evidently typical of the Highland Elves.) Her name, she said, is Ginzelrad.
She is a beautiful young girl with long dark red hair and bright green eyes, a gorgeous figure, and very cute pointy ears. If I were an Orc, I'd eat her alive. Then again...
Well, we'd better talk about her book...