Wonderful Transformation, The effects of messing with Time Magic..

[Richard Corrin]

*Stepping through a portal is a young-looking Elven lad, soon accompanied by Jea. He looks around, taking in the site. He turns to look at Jea* So, are you ready for this?

[Jeajea]

The Avariel follows Richard through the portal, which shuts behind him.

"Sure, kid. Let's go upstairs."

The common room, the room they are standing in, is fairly full. The barkeep gives Jeajea a respectful nod, as do some of the patrons. Jea returns the attention, carefully, to each and every one. He then leads the way forwards, through a door and up a stairway to a hall with a multitude of doors.

[Richard Corrin]

Follows Jea, looking over the hallway, starting to speak and stopping several times, not letting his curiosity get the better of him

"So you own this place? I had no idea you were such a businessperson. It's quite the establishment."

[Jeajea]

Jea shrugs a little, waving the comment off.

"I don't make a profit... any extra I make goes to feeding the poor. We have an early morning free food hand out. The King's Kitchen, it's called."

He grins and shrugs,

"Just call me Mr. Nice Guy. I don't know... I think it's right to help those in trouble."

[Richard Corrin]

Rich chuckles, still looking over his surroundings

"That sounds like something Mr. Than did...sold him my house, and he turned it into an orphanage. A lot of nice people around, it seems. At any rate, not that I'm not enjoying the tour, but I'm anxious to change. Are things prepared yet?"

[Jeajea]

"Oh, sure. I can make the attempt whenever. In here, please..."

He ushers Richard into one of the rooms. It is well decorated and has a rich, soft carpet. A big double bed fills most of the room. There is a small and dinky window onto the alley, which is firmly shut against the smell of the city. Jeajea sighs a little, then cracks his knuckles.

"Here we go, then. I suggest you take a seat, it will probably be best for you not to have any weight on your feet while I do this. Better yet, lie down. When you change size, y'see, I don't want half a foot of leg to materialize in the floor."

[Richard Corrin]

Rich blinks as he is ushered into the room, and then chuckles slightly at Jea's comment.

"I'll do just that. But how can you be sure that my back won't materialize in the bed?"

He smirks, complying anyway with Jea's request, and lays down, closing his eyes.

"I'm ready whenever you are..."

[Jeajea]

Jea chuckles,

"I can't be sure... but you're the one willing to take the risk. So... here we go..."

He starts murmering indistinctly. He seems to be taking care that his specific words weren't understandable, and Richard can only make out vague references to Tymora and other seeming gibberish. After a few moments, the volume starts to increase, though his words become no more distinct. He begins to glow with ethereal, otherwordly light. Then the words abruptly stop, culminating in,

"I Wish for Richard Corrin to be his correct age."

A surge of power leaps from Jea to Richard...