You we’re thrown to the ground before the king, his son beside him looking hopefully down on you. The king scowled, not a surprise since he was the one who’d locked you away.

King Thalor: My son requires your services sea wench. You will do as ordered or I’ll have you executed.

Averlyrin: Sea mage, I need a spell, potion, anything- but I want to be human for a week. Can- can you do that?