Dark Elves and Light Don't Mix

At least my vision and my spirits are well enough to write after last night's intrusion. Let's light a fire, they said. Let's try to make the drow run through it, they said. To the hells with the lot of them. The half-orc was the darkest skinned one in the group before Khals drug me along, but even someone in this damned group has to realize that drow and bright light are the worst combination since most dwarves and humans trying to get along. But the only ones that think in this group slept through the rogue's antics, even that thick-headed barbarian slept through the banging and the blasts. Instead, I got the sideshow, the metal man and the metal dragonborn plus the lady that loves children and can smell pennies. I should have known I was the one that would end up on my ass.
 
Khals talked me into joining the guild, something about a long-lost friend from childhood. Honestly, I can't be mad at her for that one since she's saving me from a worse fate, but she might get her head rung like I did in the morning when she finally wakes up. She's an elf for gods sake! We don't actually sleep for very long. Apparently, the rogue couldn't keep her hands to herself, and it came back to bite her, and all of us, in the ass. This is why we don't have petty thefts in drow cities. High-class crimes like war and murder are much easier and much cleaner according to my mother. Either way, she had to steal from someone important, once I figure that out, I might wring her neck for it, and we had to clean up the mess.
 
And that is how I came to be sitting on my ass in the middle of a burning hallway. The light burned and made me dizzy, essentially making me useless. As the other idiots ran through the flames to chase after the leader, I stumbled my way to the paladin's room, making this little escapade the problem of someone with magic and actual vision. I wanted to sleep this feeling off like a bad hangover, but the dizziness wouldn't go away. So essentially it was a bad hangover. At least a couple of the group, the paladin and the newest arrival took the time to help me as much as they could.
 
I wasn't angry at the group, so much as I was angry about my one weakness. I was mostly flawless in my fighting, following Nalfein's instructions in my head, but there's not supposed to be an abundance of bright lights so late at night. My special glasses were left in our room and I got my clock cleaned. Not by a person, not by a fight, but by a damned patch of fire. If anyone dares laugh at that, I am not responsible for the actions of a grumpy dark elf.