As I look up I realize it's not just the boots, but my pants, my sword at my side, everything about me mimicked in the newly shaped statue that used to bear nothing but vague human form. And, as I stare in utter shock at the transformed stone, it shifts from what must be my normal, level expression, longish hair hanging over my forehead, to another more familiar face. Within moments it's Damaris looking out over the room, carved in stone, and then, as I begin to grasp what I'm ...