“And engulf.”

As the words left Terran’s mouth, an eerie feeling permeated the entire room, as his mass increased, in a nearly mind breaking manner, as the seven foot clay form grew, and grew, and grew…

And with an odd blue glow, he reached twenty five feet tall, over ten thousand pounds, taking a single step forward, as the beefy, but far outclassed elven beauty, simply dangled around, with her spear and arm engulfed in where Terran’s chest had been, embedded in his newly formed hand, rearing back in an expression of pure anger, but he stopped.

Looking over at Haruo, she didn’t seem that concerned, but seeing Elyrah, she had worry plastered across her face, as she tried to step forward to stop him.

This brought Terran back, as a sense of something overcame him. Was it remorse? Was it sorrow? He had no clue, but whatever it was brought him to a state of near serenity, as he simply laid Selera upon the ground, before stomping to the other side of the room, taking a seat, and falling into his thoughts. And while Terran was nearly sulking across the room, as he simply sat there, perturbed and confused, as he worried about his anger.

But, as he had set Selera to the ground, an expression had been plastered across her face, one which Terran couldn’t quite make out from the distance, but while he was in the midst of his intense internal turmoil, Selera’s emotional state could be described in one, or two words.

Absolutely ecstatic, as she rushed over to Haruo, intent on finding answers, absolutely willing to approach Terran himself, but not wanting to interrupt his moment of sorrow, which was quite apparent to her.

“Haruo, what’s up with ‘em?” She asked inquisitively, as she looked into the bunny girl’s wide eyes.

Before Haruo responded, she slightly poked at Elyrah's side, who, suddenly broken free from some momentary confusion, started speaking in a grim tone, “I… He’s a construct… He was formed of an ordinary lump of clay, by one Delora Vanderin, an Archmage of currently obscured renown. Sadly, she’s passed on from this world. But to form a being such as him… She must’ve been quite a mage.” A brief moment of silence later, she continued on, “A month or so after, I came upon him. Or, well, the group I was with, led by one arrogant ass of a knight, who was quickly slain by Terran. He let me live, and I started following him, and ever since? I haven’t wanted to leave…”

Elyrah suddenly looked back over at Terran, as she started walking over to him, leaving the two alone for a bit, as she approached Terran’s far smaller form than before, but still a few hundreds pounds heavier than when they were in the inn, as some of the magically manifested clay must’ve stuck around after the rest had dissipated.

As she approached Terran, she found something that nearly disturbed her. His constant nature, almost always positive, most specifically when he was set against foes he could best, but now? The way he sat against the wall, fully in spite of his obvious might, he seemed almost feeble.

“Hey… Terran? Are ya’ doing ok?” As she walked over to him with an absolute lack of fear, not from his current appearance, but from a deep trust she’d developed for him, what truly shook her was this enfeebled look, as she sat beside him.

Terran looked away from her form, as he tried to find words to say, but simply couldn’t speak, as he laid his head on her shoulder, though it was an odd view due to the difference in size between them, as he finally found a few words, “I saw her again… And this time, she seemed… Proud… A bit disappointed, but just in my lack of creativity, not in what I’ve truly been doing, or what… WHO I’ve become… But, ya' know what...”