Drizzak shook the sleep from his eyes once again. Had he drifted off again? He was just so relaxed and calm by the fire, with his allies around. No fights for once. No conflict. While it was fun, even he got tired of it at times.

Everyone seemed to be okay within the cave, and Drizzak saw that some new faces were joining them. That was nice. New allies to fight with, and bleed with. Talk and laugh with. There was fun to be had. Battles to be won. And here he was, sleeping on the floor of a cave by the fire and waving at them like an idiot. In a loincloth and nothing else. He might as well have introduced himself.

"I Drizzak. I fight."

How embarrassing. That is, if he felt embarrassment.