One ( Alt .)

"Hmm... Not bad." Billy said as Terry nodded in agreement as he gave you your character sheet. Your eyes scanned over the paper to see what race you will be playing.

You repeated the words on the paper in a hushed tone, "A white human male. I have six in strength. Eight in dexterity. Constitution of eight. Intelligence of ten. Wisdom of seven. And charisma of 20.." You sat there speechless as you look over the paper, completely unaware of the smirks plastered on the two men's face.

"Wow. And you said mines was bad." Sarah said, laughing out loud as she claps in a sarcastic manner.

"Oh.. Go easy on the little guy. Who knows, he might make a fine piece of a support." Trey said, leaning back in his seat while looking over to Sarah before his gaze moved on to me. "Just make sure to stay close to me and I'll make sure nothing happens to you. Well- To an extent of course." He said, finishing his sentence with a wink which you nearly missed, but on noticing it, you couldn't help but cringe at the awkward gesture.

Terry address the room. "Now it about time to begin our campaign. But first everyone tell us about your back stories. Unless I put a red circle around the words." He saw your confused look. "It means a secret that shouldn't be reveal to the party just yet." Terry simplifies while earning an understood nod from you.