*Belasarius*

My words seemed to connect with Melchior enough that he shifted back to normal, his silver eyes moving up and then slightly down as he shifted from quadrupedal to bi. A brief glance at his face as he lit a torch and then threw it into a bonfire at the center of the room, bathing the whole room in light that was warm to the point of being smothering.

This gave me the chance to actually look over my host as he sat down in a modest fur chair. A man in his mid-30s, ...