Yes, Barely.

The ink isn't even dry on the last provisions of the betrothal contract when you feel a strange status change come over you. For the first time in 700 years, you feel the presence of a Player in the back of your mind and there is a flash of pink sparkles around both you and Kisha as the contract redistributes itself into a book instead of a scroll. Just then you suddenly are standing in front of the gates to the dungeon which has a huge set of boards on them on which are crudely pyrographed the words: "Construction Area: No Admittance!"

"Wow, that was close!" Kisha says and you nod, mutely, mildly shaken about how close you just came to dying a true-****.

"Alright, time for the 'quest' rewards everyone!" Kisha says and starts handing out various items to the other members of the party and introducing you around. "George Phineas William Cocksman, our Trap Master and Remembrancer: human, it's hard to tell with so many human-like races running about these days. He's gayer than a tree full of monkies on nitrous-oxide, but he'll be a perfect gentleman unless you ask otherwise, and according to the betrothal contract you'd better not." She said, indicating a very tall human with a lithe and sinuous body and close-cropped red hair.

"Wouldn't anyway, not into men," you say with an apologetic shrug to George.

She hands George a black leather cape made from Nagah hide and moves on.

"This Drow lass,-" The black-skinned elven woman with henna-ed red hair cuts Kisha off.

"Deep-Elf! How many times do we have to go over this?!" the deep-elf says.

"Sorry, anyway, this is Laelace Olorolin Freani, our wizard. She's demi-sexual by nature and celibate by choice, so no risks to our relationship here." Kisha says, and hands Laelace a pale wooden staff with a silver top set with several glowing gems that she takes and runs her hands over covetously.

"Oh, yes; and when I have the rest of the set, heh heh heh..." The deep-elf mutters.

"I am unfamiliar with the Freani Nossic, and I did much trade with the Deep-Elves in my time?" You ask Laelace.

"Huh?" She asks coming back out of her covetous reverie, but before you can repeat yourself says, "Oh, they were added as part of the Kickstarter for making the Deep-Elves a playable race, created out of whole cloth by a wealthy player. I just chose this character because she was a female Deep-Elf wizard, her Nossic was of little concern to me originally. They're actually one of the less evil Nossic's being composed mostly of PCs when I decide it's time to retire this character so she can have children I'm going to find a group of other PCs to form a wave Kurass with." Laelace says and turns away.

"Ahem, we've others to introduce you to," Kisha says and turns to the next person waiting for their reward.

"This is Bangladesh Molly Victoria Dupree, a Pirate that is very lost after a teleportation accident and making her way back to the ocean one job at a time. Don't expect her to hang around but also keep an eye on her as long as she does, she's a thief and a scoundrel and steals everything she can including hearts, kisses, and young men's virginity." She says indicating a human woman with flawless swarthy skin, long lustrous black hair, and piercing eyes so dark they are almost black, dressed in an outlandish pirate's costume and with a silver skull in place of a bindi on her forehead. "Here Bang, as we agreed, another Bag of Holding, containing ten-thousand gold pieces."

"There was one more thing we agreed on..." Bang says with a wicked smile and pushes up to kiss you.