Okay... I wrote stuff like this in green notebooks, that's the reason for the title... after my fics of NWN, the future one for pre-NWN, and the future HotU one are all serious... this is anything but that - Sofia.

Aarin Gend, sitting at his place in Port Llast, was impatiently waiting for the Hero of Neverwinter to come back with news, when something totally unexpected happened, so unexpected that even Elminster himself couldn't have predicted it, whatever crystal ball, future-seeing mirror or other magic stuff he used...

A young human girl of about 17 entered. She was wearing a leather armor and a magical bag was hanging on her dark blue belt decorated with golden stars and smiling faces like :-), if you see what I mean. Her neck-lenght hair was dark brown, apart from some red locks here and there.

Oh, why do armors have to be this damn heavy... without talking about swords! – for she was dragging one, drawing a cute, long scratch on the pavement, and outside everyone would just have to follow the line to see where she had been – in the computer it all seems so easy! Oh, I almost forgot about this useful thingy! – and without bothering she took off her armor, revealing a red shirt and black pants, and threw it in the magic bag together with the sword – much better!
Only then she noticed everyone was staring at her.
- Good day, people! – she waved – nice to meet you in real life!
Mutters were heard.
- Oh, you may think that I'm crazy, but I can assure you I'm perfectly all right inside here! – she pointed at her head.
- Milady! – said Tomi – your hair is lovely!
- Yeah, red straits made at the hairdressers' in road Damjanich, 7th district, Budapest, Hungary... nice to see you, Tomi Undergallows.
- I see my fame goes before me...
- No, have read your name on the computer screen, but don't worry about that...
- What? – if this was a comic, there would have been a question mark floating above Tomi's head.
- Hiya, Lady Aribeth! – the girl gave her a friendly pat on the shoulders – ouch! Your armor is hard, and aren't you a bit hot inside it? And I know how nightmares can be scary...
Aarin Gend now was 100 sure that she was an evil spy of the Eye Cult, though he had to admit he'd never seen a worse one.
- Oh! Aarin Gend! – the girl clapped – judging by the descrpitions, you must be him! The great Spy Master of Neverwinter! If you knew how much enemies are afraid of you...

In the meantime, another human girl, this time one of about 15 and with long red hair, was sitting around a fire with the Hero of Neverwinter and Daelan Redtiger.
- Don't worry, Daelan – the Hero said – I'm quite sure she means no harm. Right, Sabrina?
- Right – the girl nodded, her poison green eyes staring at Daelan calmingly – I'm here only to help you.
Daelan murmured something.
- No, I'm not an orc shaman that has changed shape – she said, for she had heard him – as I said before, my name is Sabrina Silverfire, wait... – she pulled out a book and swiftly turned the pages – according to the Elven Pocket Dictionary (downloaded from Internet and printed with our brand new printer), it should be Celebenaul... and I'm just a friendly fighter looking for adventures!
"It's hard" she thought "but since now I'm in this world, I should act as if I belonged here... I hope FOMI does not do anything too foolish..."
"All right, vain hope... she certainly will, if she hasn't already... I just hope she doesn't end up in prison, torture chamber, or in the cheerful company of a niiice executioner..."

Thoughts at Port Llast

Tomi: "She's mad… but looks good… lovely girl… mmmh…"
Boddyknock: "Interesting… it'll be intriguing to study her brain…"
Linu: "Shall Sehanine cure her poor spirit…"
Grimgnaw: "She'll be a good sacrifice to the Silent Lord…"
Sharwyn: "Annoying… she'd better leave soon!"
Aarin: "A spy… though she didn't give herself away yet… I'll better wait. She'll surely give us precious informations about the Cult. But they've always been so cunning… why should they send someone so unexperienced and, well, a bit stupid here…?
Aribeth: "She's disturbing me… how does she know about so many things…? But… she doesn't look evil, though these times I'm suspicious about everyone and everything… she looks sincere… her eyes are so warm brown…"
- I think I'll have a look around! – she waved – in fact, I just wanted to see you!
- Wait, adventurer! – said Aribeth – what's your name?
- Fomalhaut Winterstorm, from the Kingdom of… of… hm, haven't thought about that yet… ah, of course! – she smiled brightly and continued in a dreamy voice – from a Kingdom Far, Far Away…
RIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
- Oh! Sorry, it's just my mobile phone! Hi, Sabrina! What? You've fought orcs and trolls? Great! I have only met a couple of chickens and cows… no! Haven't killed them, what are you thinking about?
While talking, she slowly walked out of Kendrack's barracks, and sat down on the sea-shore. Even drunk sailors looked at her a bit shocked… who was she talking to?

That's how people of the 21st century would look like inside NWN…

TO BE CONTINUED… ->