"Before we begin, I would like your consent once more. Just in case." The blood elf, a fairly serious-looking woman, turned to her subject with a clipboard ready, a few squares below a thick row of text still unchecked. "You agree that you're willingly participating in this experiment..." She paused for the most appropriate wording "and you agree that I will not be held responsible for any unforeseen outcomes." Each word was measured precisely and sent through her business-like smile. Her subject, a troll, azure, at least a few feet taller than the elf and dressed only in a thin gown, nodded. It's a curious game the elf is playing, she thought. She certainly didn't expect to be standing and listening to dull bureaucrat-talk that the elves were so fond of. But maybe this was part of the pla
