Feldar shivered. The temperature was dropping, and he and Ezrah were half naked, waiting to crossflesh once more, ready to fly to war. He turned his sour gaze on his companions. “Aria might have thought things out a little better. If she can turn an elf into an Arimal, could she not have conjured the appropriate clothes to appear instead of forcing us to show our shiny white backsides to the entire world.” Tensari wheezed. “Call it divine mischief but get used to it!”
