"Being a baby is not what I thought it would be." Mused Soverick or the one known as legion two. There he was, sitting in a dipper and looking out the window. He had a scrunched-up face as if he were in deep thought, and he was. He was currently on the "Think about my life" part of the daily agenda, right after meditation.
"It is strangely pleasurable. That clumsy buffoon lives for my every whim and makes my life so much easier," he snickered to himself. He was having a nice time being a baby battle sage monkey. There were no rules and he could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted to. It was not as luxurious as being a high Elf baby but he was also without responsibility.
"The only thing ruining my experience is the presence of my unruly siblings. They cry too much, I think I should ask for a room of my own. I can't take much more of this. It is only a matter of time before I have to strangle them in their sleep."
