While she worked, Steph looked around the room, seeing if her new body recognised anything. Her eyes fell on a tiny creature with gossamer wings like some form of insect. She wondered why such a tiny creature would be in chains and forced to work in the mine. Suddenly a memory triggered, but it wasn’t one of her characters. She knew that the pixie was Aaron’s character.
But that couldn’t be right. She was sure Aaron had picked a male Half Orc Fighter, like he usually played. Not this tiny pixie who looked like she would lose a fight with a paper bag. She felt a searing pain as the whip cracked again.
“Stop your stalling, orc! You know you will be subjected to the effects of the Rod of Transformation if you do not work.”
She noticed now that a few of the goblins had a rod clipped to their belts. She thought she could probably break the chains with the pickaxe if she hit hard enough, but it would mean that at least one of the goblins would get a shot off at her with the rods.