.I desperately tried to come up with a planas I went through the motions of straightening my dress and stockings,brushing my hair, freshening my lipst...ick. The only thing I had goingfor me was the way I looked: the woman in the mirror was undeniablypretty, and Norman Wolf was already impaired from way too much alcohol. If I could keep up the fa?ade long enough to find a weakness, maybe Icould save myself. "You're a woman," I told my reflection in themirror. "I'm a woman," she said back to. My body had grown tougher, I was already well-built, six foot six and muscular, but now my skin had grown rough and my hands were callused. My cut up body was now covered in literal cuts, being scratched by trees and rocks. During the day I would usually travel with minimal clothing due to the heat. Sometimes I felt I had been turned wild, my hair in knotted and tangled locks, now less-than-golden with the dirt that stuck to it, my skin tanned with the harsh sun and often wearing nothing but a. "Our ancestors were building their early civilizations while subject tothe whims and caprices of powerful, unpredictable gods, and they wantedout from under. The gods didn't pay much attention to the early wizards,even when they grew strong enough to start killing demons or to traptheir energies in various mystic artefacts. As the powerful wizardfamilies continued to interbreed so they eventually gave rise to theMages, to humans powerful enough to take on the gods themselves. Now thegods had to. Nobody will know," he assured her. "Wait right here." After he said it he cringed. She really wasn't able to do anything else. He went out into the hall to grab a wheelchair.As Ryan was wheeling a mildly protesting Chelly toward the nurse's lounge, they encountered the supervisor. "What happened to her?" she asked."She collapsed from exhaustion." Who qualified you to make that diagnosis?" she shot back.Ryan ignored her sarcasm, except that it stiffened the resolve he had already acquired. He.