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As twilight tucks you beneath the shade of a long grueling day, the old summoner appears before you.

"Do not let the past bind you, friend. These memories attest to your humanity."

The bonfire brightens. Golden embers rise, growing and reaping the contours of his earthy face in a pulsing frenzy.

"As you already know, I am but a shadow made flesh in this dreamworld. Allow me to take the shape of an ally from your waking life."

You take a deep breath and focus. The tongues of the fire lick eagerly about like a forge, its breath hot yet gentle like a lonely hearth. The adrenaline of battle has worn off, and beneath your sodden clothes growls your stomach.

You can already hear the elder's bones creak as his stout form stretches into the shape of a familiar woman.

"Oi, mate! That weapon of yours could use some fixing. Er, speaking of fixing..." The towering elf shrinks into a canyne nurse.

"A diagnostic is in order. How are you feeling? Please open your mouth and...and" She squints her glistening eyes as if trying to remember what to say. With a staunch ripple in her newly thickened thighs, she finds her exact words.

"Finish your food... Or I'll finish you."

Description
As twilight tucks you beneath the shade of a long grueling day, the old summoner appears before you.

"Do not let the past bind you, friend. These memories attest to your humanity."

The bonfire brightens. Golden embers rise, growing and reaping the contours of his earthy face in a pulsing frenzy.

"As you already know, I am but a shadow made flesh in this dreamworld. Allow me to take the shape of an ally from your waking life."

You take a deep breath and focus. The tongues of the fire lick eagerly about like a forge, its breath hot yet gentle like a lonely hearth. The adrenaline of battle has worn off, and beneath your sodden clothes growls your stomach.

You can already hear the elder's bones creak as his stout form stretches into the shape of a familiar woman.

"Oi, mate! That weapon of yours could use some fixing. Er, speaking of fixing..." The towering elf shrinks into a canyne nurse.

"A diagnostic is in order. How are you feeling? Please open your mouth and...and" She squints her glistening eyes as if trying to remember what to say. With a staunch ripple in her newly thickened thighs, she finds her exact words.

"Finish your food... Or I'll finish you."