You make it to the next town.

Riding out of town you meet a small trade caravan and decide to ask them if they know how the road is ahead, and if it goes all the way to your destination. It turns out that the road you are on only goes for about three days by horse to a small fort that is the northern edge of this kingdom. Beyond that they warn that you might need to hire a guide or at least buy a compass and a map or you will get lost. They also warn that beyond the fort there are many horrible monsters and humanoid creatures that delight in eating humans. You thank them for the help, deciding to buy a rolled up fur blanket for a gold as thanks for their help. Not to mention it seems really soft. The road beyond them becomes less and less obvious as you go, but there is always at least a faint trail of where the wheels of the many wagons have scarred the ground. Two days pass without talking to anyone, or having anything scary or really interesting happen either.

Then you spot something that makes you want to stop. An old farm, half burned, yet much of it still stands. It is late as you guide the horse close, but you are pretty sure you have about an hour of sun left, not like you can't see as well at night as the day anyway, but still you imagine it would be pretty creepy here after dark. “Hello, is anyone here?” You call out as you get close, not wanting to provoke anyone, but there is no response. You call out the same greeting two more times as you get closer and closer, before tying your horse to a tree and hopping off to check it out. “Never know what you might find.” Curious, you head up to the burned building. The place turns out to be an interesting, but basically pointless diversion, as you find nothing of interest. You do however decide at last to try out your pistols to see if you are any good. Taking aim at a broken tin cup, you slowly exhale as you squeeze the trigger. The gun kicks quite a bit for the size, but is manageable, yet there are two odd things. One, the case doesn't eject. Second it doesn't really make much noise at all. “How odd?” You look it over, look over the ammo, it all seems normal, and checking the clip and the action, it all worked as normal just no shell casing. “Huh.” A second time you take careful aim and squeeze. Sure enough the same thing, but this time you watch the action close. From what you can tell, the casing is actually consumed in the firing, shaking a bullet, you are also pretty sure the propellant is actually a liquid, or magic, you wish you could tell, but at the same time you decide it doesn't really matter much. All total you decide to fire off 28 rounds practicing, before switching to the spear to give it a try throwing it and fighting with a rather menacing plank of wood.

Eventually you call it a night and find a flat place to lay out your new blanket to go to bed. As you strip down you notice something new. The shaved part of your head seems to be growing. For that matter it seems you have new growth of hair springing up all over the place, something you haven't noticed in the slightest up till now. “Well that is odd. I wonder why that is growing now when it didn't before?” Not really concerned all that much, you settle in, and go to sleep.

The following morning you get up, pack everything up, and head out. Another long day of travel is all the day brings, but about two hours before sunset, you spot the fort city. “This should be fun.” You spur your horse along and make it to the gates of the city in about twenty minutes. “Hello.” You call out to the massive closed gate as you arrive.

“Who are you.” A voice calls out from a guard tower. But you don't see anyone.

“I am called Djuvulia. I am have traveled for several days, I am in need of some provisions and a place to spend the night. May I come in?” There is no answer for nearly a minute, then the rather large wooden gate slowly lifts open. “Thank you.” Passing the guards, you hop off of your horse, “Where do you recommend I go for a room and stable?” The guard points to the right, and you see the large building that must be the inn. Leading your horse, you walk down the dirt road to the inn.

A sexy little brunette with big huge tits meets you at the door. “What can I do for you?”

Looking her over, with her tiny little skirt and loose fitting top that covers little more than her breasts, you resist the urge to say something dirty as you have no idea if it will be well received, “I think I will be here for a day or two, I need a room and a stable for my horse. Something to eat would be nice also.”

She smiles and holds out her slender hand, “Well you are in luck, we don't have many visitors right now so I can put you up for two nights, meals and stabling for only 30 silver.”

You pull out two gold and press them into her hand, “Will this get me a bath as well?” She looks at the coins and smiles, then you add, “Oh and I need a good shaving blade.” Handing her another gold as you talk.

“I think that will cover it. Do you want to eat in your room or the main room?”

“My room I suppose, for tonight anyway, I have been on the road a while, I might fall asleep.”

She leads you in, stopping at the bar to get you a key, and takes you on up a flight of stairs. “The bath is at the end of the hall, your room is here.” She stops and hands you the key. “I will go stable your horse, then bring you something to eat. Ale ok?”

“Yes thank you for everything.” Handing her a fourth gold, you decide you had better get some silver so you don't have to tip so much, and head into the room. It is actually pretty clean, and the bed is surprisingly soft, considering it is just a wicker mat covered in what looks like four blankets. You are naked in a flash, tucking all of your things under the bed, and go down the hall to the bath. It is a big wooden tub, but there is a lever that when pulled fills the tub. “Cool.” The water is basically room temp, but it feels good to take a bath and you end up soaking till she walks in on you.

“Your food is ready whenever you are. Just yell. Here is your blade.” She hands you a silver razor.

At first you are a bit nervous shaving, but remembering your skin is hard to cut, you start to work on your legs, armpits, and pussy. As you finish you notice a couple of things that are rather startling. One, you nicked yourself, which you really thought wasn't possible. Two, you seem to be tanning. “Oh no, my spells are fading.” Pushing your fingernails into your arm, they don't break the skin, which seems good, but then you test scratching the wood of the tub, and find your nails seem to be quite normal. “That isn't good. I am so dead.” Finishing up, you dry off and head back to your room, stopping at the top of the stairs to yell down, “I am ready for some food miss.” Turning to head back you have another thought and call down to add, “Could you bring me a mirror also please.”

“Right away.” She calls back up and you go back into your room. She is there in a manner of minutes and you realize you are most likely the only one here. The meal is a simple chunk of bread, wedge of cheese, and a chunk of well cooked meat you decide is steak. That and a large jug of ale. As you eat you study yourself in the mirror. It seems your skin is in fact developing a more normal reddish hue and tanning quite nicely as well. Your nails while still black are no longer sharp. Your skin now is still slightly resistant to being cut, but not if you put any **** at all into it. Most startling is the tiny bit of stubble on your head seems to be platinum blond. “I suppose I am going to have to either shave that, or loose the braid, or I am going to look stupid.” You say with a sigh. Well at least I can still see in the dark. Maybe the spell only gave me the ability to see magic and amplify what was already there?” You muse. You finish all of the food, snuggle in, and drift off to sleep, the three days of travel catching up to you.