“Here he goes again,” sighed Azzy.
The warrior beside her looked resigned.
“This is getting old. Perhaps we should take away his ale.”
“Agreed. It seems to be aggravating the beast within Inkor. Besides, did you hear him a moment ago? He was mumbling to ‘someone’ in the corner of the room.”
Azzy glanced around confirming they were the only people in the bar.
The worgen began to shape shift. In less than a minute he had fully transformed and become feral. The warrior immediately grabbed him by the scruff and slammed him to the ground.
“Inkor! Stop this!” cried Azzy.
The warrior called out to the bartender, “Sorry about this, Joe. I’ll pay for the mess this beast is making.”
The bartender glared at the worgen, then went back to cleaning some glasses.
All eyes turned to the door as a mage entered. The worgen, however, did not look. He was frothing at the mouth as he tried to escape from the warrior’s strong grasp.
It appeared the warrior recognized the mage for he said, “You look familiar. Aren’t you with the Pia Presidium group?”
“Yes, I am,” he replied. He took in the scene and asked, “What is going on here?”
“This worgen cannot seem to control his transformation,” Azzy answered, “He shifts and then runs around like a chicken with its head cut off.”
Inkor growled again. The warrior grabbed the worgen by the shoulders and shook him hard. The jarring movement seemed to bring him to consciousness. He turned back into his human form.
“Please…help me,” Inkor whispered, “I don’t know what’s wrong. I can’t seem to control it.”
“He shape shifts against his will and he talks to people who aren’t there,” Azzy stated.
The warrior looked at the man from Pia.
“Can you help him? Or do you know of someone who can?” he asked.
“Perhaps,” the mage answered.
“I’m not sure anyone can,” Azzy interjected, “Earlier this evening, Inkor and I were at the gazebo where a sermon about the Light was being given. He asked if anyone could cure him, but the priest said the curse cannot be cured.”
The mage frowned slightly.
“Nevertheless, I may be able to find someone. I will return.”
As the mage walked out, both Azzy and the warrior wondered what kind of assistance he would return with. They also hoped the worgen would be able to stay in his human form until the mage returned. Discouragingly, that was not the case. He shape-shifted several times and generally created a ruckus in the interim. In fact, he was still in feral form when the mage returned with a priest.