[ He had woken up as fully human this morning. By afternoon, that is not the case. With dragon-like features and markings-- scales of obsidian highlighting his cheeks and arms; a slender, shadowy tail lifting his cloak behind him; long, black nail for claws; and two dark horns crowning his head-- Somnus appears to have been affected by the animal mages' curse.

With dissatisfaction, he stares at the back of his hand where a few scales peek out from the top of his forearm bracer, and with a click of his tongue he turns on his heels. This puts him right in front of you.

Unfortunately, the dragon features give his usual severe expression an even more ferocious accent.

Or, maybe, his new dragon-tail has accidentally swiped you off of your feet as he's turned. ]

[ The castles' baths are far more luxurious than that of the Red Spring's, and for whatever reason, Somnus can be found within them. He's not indulging, per se, but for those who know him, he looks oddly more at peace. For once, the grim shroud of his brow is not so lowered or taught, and his jaw is relaxed, lips slightly parted as he inhales the misty air of the bathes through his nose. Those that know him will find that this more peaceful state may make him appear almost, well, younger.

...The faint lightening-web like scars that travel up an arm, however, appear paler that usual in the baths' lighting. ]

[ A corpse sways in the wind, suspended by ropes from a lamp post. While this world is not without crime of its own-- as he would assume no Star to be without-- he doesn't expect a hanging to be displayed in the middle of the street.

He is not the only one, either. By the time of morning he's come around to encounter this corpse, so have a few others. They now gather in a semi-circle around the display. Perhaps you are among them. He comments, speculating: ] Perhaps the offenders wished for a spectacle.

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