{I fear, as I write this, that this is my last day as a man for I will become something else.}
….
Sitting in the large office of the Magistrate building could never be as boring as it was but in this instance, Urta felt great relief and also an added pressure from having the Great Lord sit right opposite him.
Two cups of steaming tea were placed on the table, the papers fluttering occasionally by the surging of the nearby fireplaces. It was warm but wearing an additional fur coat made him hot but it was a comfortable heat since such experience in Dydil was close to myth.
Sitting close like that, he could see Kratamarhl pulsing within Sharen, pushing as if trying to break the confines of the fleshly limitation. Urta knew Kratamarhl couldn't exhibit his full potential while locked up in the human flesh but he also considered that it was necessary.
