Tempo looked at Arad and the beaver. "A NICE PLACE. DO YOU LIVE HERE?" He shifted his attention to the beaver.
"Lower your voice down." Arad stood between the beaver and Tempo. "You'll scare him."
Tempo's eyes shifted toward Arad, "I AM SCREAMING?" He pulls a pill from his pocket and swallows it.
"How about now?" He coughed, rubbing his throat.
"That's much better. Is it a fault with your Shapeshift or polymorph?"
"That should be the case. We're loud by nature. The wizard who helped me get this body was an expert at shifting a body, but not changing voices. I have to contend with the pills made by an alchemist." He showed Arad the pill. "It numbs the vocal cords."
Arad took the pill from Tempo and stared at it. "Can I have this? I'll try to make one that last longer."
"You're free to try, but if you succeed, that's going to get our alchemist depressed." Tempo smiled. "Do your best."
