“Your character stands atop a grassy hill . . . the sun glints off your golden hair, rippling in the warm breeze ...you absent-mindedly rub the gem-studded hilt of your magac sword, and glance over at the dwarf and elf, bickering as usual about how to load the horses . . . the magic-user has memorized her spells, and says she’s ready to go . . . a dangerous dungeon entrance gapes at you from the mountain nearby, and inside, a fearsome dragon awaits. Time to get moving. .. " Era il febbraio del