He had barely managed to escape the group of sorcerers yesterday.

Despite his new bodies weak and useless state, he had at least managed to bite hard enough to be let go when one of the human men had tried to grab him. And on his tiny new legs he ran, and ran, and ran until he had passed out.

Thankfully none had found him just yet, but he was sure they were looking. How could they not? It was clear they intended to take him back to the city with them and do who knows what now that he was helpless... Torture him perhaps? Or experiment on him.

But Zevran refused to go. He absolutely refused to do anything the humans wanted. Even in this state he would stay where he belonged, and see if there was some way to change himself back on his own. He certainly owned enough scrolls and books on magic to have a decent chance at it.

He had spent today wandering around the woods, trying to find the way back to his cave...

Which was no easy feat, given how small he was... how everything looked completely different from this angle. He at least managed to find some food, berries to ease the pain of his small stomach.

But he was cold and tired in this body. And even more tired of crying. He kept crying at random times, he didn't know why. He was angry, he shouldn't be crying. But cry he did, over and over again over any tiny inconvenience ever since he had woken up that morning, which hindered his progress in finding the entrance to his cave drastically.

Zevran was crying right now, as a matter of fact. After trying to climb up a rocky hill, only to trip and fall forward into the dirt for the sixth time today. This new form had terrible balance... and apparently, a very low pain tolerance. Every scratch and bruise made him cry, and it always took him a few minutes to calm himself.

Were all humans this way? Or just the tiny ones?