Fizban: You scone of an elf! Where's my left shoe? Don't tell me it's on my foot, we all know how the hat on my head ended up. I know you have it, you little... bubble-runner-intoer... Ah, there we go, right on top of my sock now. I'm watching you, I know you've always had an obsession with my left shoe.

Uh... I can explain. Just... read on, it'll all make sense. (gulp) I hope.

Hey there, DL fan!

Caramon, stop eating long enough to at least introduce me! You're already practically useless, just preaching about bunnies all the time... Fine! If you won't, I will. So: I may be called Suicidal Elf, Bubble Lover, Alhana, Spaz, Bob the Builder (if you feel like being weird), Blair (don't you dare...), or Blair-Bear (calling me this will result in a long, merciless torture in which I shall lock you in the room with a kender). (shakes finger and nods head knowingly)

Who is this strange person who, for no reason whatsoever, you have decided to learn more about? Well...

Yo. Okay Raist, I finally made a fanfic account. Raist had said that he'd personally see to it that I would die a painful, gruesome, and generally unpleasant death in the Abyss if I didn't. Although I find it absolutely intriguing and am quite touched by this generous proposition, I figured an unpleasant death wouldn't exactly be too good for your general health, so I had to turn him down on that one.

As you, the reader, are probably coming to realize- I'm a rather strange mix. Though my friends call me Alhana, making me an elf (No, I am NOT short! I'm just... vertically challenged), I'm a kender deep down. I am for sure not much like Alhana. A beautiful, intelligent elven queen forced into a hideous position under some of the most unappealing circumstances, Alhana is quite elegant, and wished to bring peace and unity to the elven nations. On the other hand, you have me, and, to sum it all up- If you ask someone for one word to describe me, they would say "SPAZ!" faster than you could answer the question whether or not Caramon likes food. So as you can see, I'm totally like my nickname, right? (innocent kender look)

Which reminds me, I have this belt of pouches that hold spell components... definitely Raist's. He must have dropped it. It's a good thing I found it, too- imagine how he'd look, trying to do a magic spell without his books or smell stuffs? Could you tell him for me? Thanks.

Anyway, about your stories?

In truth, I'm not sure yet. I'll let you know later. But know that it will probably contain an adventure with just Tas and Raistlin, or possibly (much to the annoyance of my friend) some untold secrets on Raistlin's love life. (snickers and points at Soulforged Mage, who is currently named Uncherished Tears because she is being annoying and is in "depression"... -glares-)

Okay, this is worse than being locked in the room with a kender... it's like being locked in a room with... with... TWO kender!

Raistlin: A bit of advice- make sure you have your change purse before you leave... and any other object you may have on your person.

Anyways, it was nice meeting you. I'll have to tell you about the time I faced two bunnies and won single-handed some other time... Good bye then. Oh, was that yours? You must have dropped it...