“What species will you pick?” She wrapped the sword in some spare cloth, momentarily embarrassed that her companions might have caught her playing with it, and shoved it into her pack. “I’ve not thought much about it. You two have been dreaming about becoming adventurers since you were small. I haven’t. I guess I’ll see what feels right when the time comes.” “And what HAPPENS if you reach that point but don’t have the prerequisites for the species you decide on? That attitude will leave you stuck as a human forever. Sure, the social bonuses scale with overall Skill but unless you’re planning to go into politics or trade, what’s the point? You can’t talk an orc to death.”