South

Almost at random, Aaralon picks south and walks deeper into the mist.

"You're not still mad are you?"

Aaralon spins around, "YOU!!!"

The Tar'oth stands there, smiling playfully at him and now six feet tall. "Thanks to you the powers that control my realm decided to give me a touch more power... I've had a little boost up."

"You ruined my life," Aaralon exclaimed taking a swing at her. He was past caring, things had gone so badly wrong and this imp - tiny or large - was the focus of all his rage.

She caught his punch, grabbed his harm and yanked him toward her. The Tar'oth was an imposing creature up close at this size. Her batlike wings looked powerful enough to carry her and him out of the mist. Her goatlike legs looked as if they could run for miles.

"Hold your tongue boy... ", teasingly scowled the newly enpowered imp, "You see, I rather think I like the new you." She favoured a glance down to his super sized cock. "Since you helped me and let me go free I've been getting into all... sorts of fun. I might give you a little reward if you play nice."