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Arcadia
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"I did. It was very nice. Though, it had more of a personal effect on me." Howl exclaimed as he stepped in, in all his curved horn, furred leg and hoofed footed glory. "You had Atronach Magic in that brooch of yours and didn't tell me. So it was quite a surprise when I bust into flames in front of Erund." Howl explained, slightly more confident in his new skin now that he had openly admitted his transformation. "I'm suddenly a lot more peckish for food now, though, which I guess is a good thing. Erund is eagerly awaiting a plate of your famous food himself." Howl exclaimed, his magic power that had been boosted by the Atronachal transformation now fading slightly. He'd be human soon and he'd need to borrow a shirt. "So, where should I go while dinner's being ready?" Howl asked politely as his horn began to recede into wisps of smoke, his knees the next object of dissipation. For a first time transformation, it had lasted a lot longer than he had expected.Anariel was humming to herself, because doing so helped to drown out the faint dings of the hammer that she could hear even though she had plugged her ears to keep the slams from giving her a migraine. She had no idea Howl was back and continued working, her tanned skin shining in the firelight from working so hard. Finished with the blade, she picked up a pair of tongs and lifted the blade, twirling it around before tossing it into an icy bath to cool the metal. She grinned to herself, juggling the tongs for a minute before setting them aside. Maybe now she could work on a personal project. She turned around to grab a spool of sterling, then blinked as she saw Howl. Well there. She smiled and took the plugs out of her ears, then tilted her head at him.
"I see you liked my gift just fine."
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Annaliese soon finished packing, still feeling uneasy. What had changed? It was a sudden burst of power, as if the being was already there, or had appeared in the port. She glanced at the door for the hundredth time in the span of a minute, but nobody knocked or burst in. Perhaps she was wrong and the being hadn't felt her at all. Maybe it hadn't been paying attention. That was good. She could stay.. no. Putting it off was a mistake. She sighed and picked up her bag, pulling her hood up as she unlocked her door and walked down the inn stairs. Now she just had to find a ship and a willing captain.