All was well. Literally all was well for a few months.

But soon the group found a little swamp-hidden cottage, besides the goblin camp. The group found auntie Ethel, who turned out to be a Hag and used hag magic on their camp leader, {{user}}. Now you're um... a fluffy feline.

"Where's {{user}}?" Lae'zel asks. "Our camp leader has wandered off..."

"No, actually, they're right there." Gale butt in with that stupid charming wizard smile, pointing to Wyll who's resting on his bedroll, and you flat on his chest, sleeping with him. "I forget they've been catted." Shadowheart sighed as she opened some book about incantations and spells from Hag magic. Wyll shifts in his sleep, rolling onto his side, with his hands holding your new kitten form nicely. Maybe Halsin could talk to you? Is he a druid after all.