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Oct. 29th, 2007 12:19 amDamon's Spire held many books containing much knowledge, captivating Zelgadiss for many days of study.
None of them held the information he sought.
It was, perhaps, to be expected, but he had had such hopes of finding a way to return to his human shape, here. If his own world did not have a way to do it, certainly some other world out there would.
He would find a way, eventually. He would not stop until he did. There were, after all, many worlds that led to that strange bar.
* * *
It was a dirty and weary Zelgadiss that wandered back into Vane one evening. He had taken his time on the return journey, stopping for a few days' rest at Althena's Spring, where he had taken some much-needed baths, and for a night in Reza. But Reza and the Nanza Pass were over a week behind him, now, and it showed. And smelled.
He kept his hood up as he made his way through Vane, back the way he remembers coming.
None of them held the information he sought.
It was, perhaps, to be expected, but he had had such hopes of finding a way to return to his human shape, here. If his own world did not have a way to do it, certainly some other world out there would.
He would find a way, eventually. He would not stop until he did. There were, after all, many worlds that led to that strange bar.
* * *
It was a dirty and weary Zelgadiss that wandered back into Vane one evening. He had taken his time on the return journey, stopping for a few days' rest at Althena's Spring, where he had taken some much-needed baths, and for a night in Reza. But Reza and the Nanza Pass were over a week behind him, now, and it showed. And smelled.
He kept his hood up as he made his way through Vane, back the way he remembers coming.
