Misjbar stares kneeled at the puddle, tears flowing from his now green eyes. He sees his reflection, frustrated and slightly afraid. His once beautifull black hair changed into small strands of straw it seems, even some spots on his head hairless. His once so greatly shapen features of his face, smudged by the gods, and as misshapen as a face can be. His pearlywhite teeth, battered till only a few teeth remained.
He runs his huge left hand through his hair, his mind confused.
"How could this happen....How...."
He takes his elven cloak, and clips it on, trying to cover up the newly appeared features with it. He seems dressed like an elf, although the orcish features clearly shine through. He quickly leaves the puddle and it's surroundings, and on towards the town...
Changing identities
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