My Second Life Is A Heroic Power Fantasy 146 Escape Part 2

The fur. Oh G.o.d, the fur.

The transformation only took about thirty seconds, but by the time it was finished, Eleanor already wanted to physically tear her skin off. Why on earth did having fur always itch so bad?! She dug at the nape of her newly-hairy neck with the points of her nails, trying to get the sensation to stop. The resulting satisfaction from doing so was so intense she felt her leg tremble and she threatened to fall over. After nearly a minute of this, it took every bit of willpower in her body to pull her hand away and get back to trying to escape.
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Well, now she understood dogs a little better, at least.

She opened and closed her hands, s.h.i.+fted her weight and lifted her legs. Everything seemed to be in working order, if a bit gangly and unruly feeling. Looking down, she realized that the s.h.i.+ft in her body had managed to destroy what was left of her dress, leaving her with nothing but bare fur. She didn't know the gnoll conception of social decency, but she suspected that if she went out with nothing on, it would attract the same level of attention she would normally get if she walked naked through Hawkport as a tiefling.

Thinking back over the list of spells she had available, nothing immediately presented itself as an option for creating clothing. That, sadly, wasn't something that was a common problem for most mages, and the ones who did have it as a problem typically had far more pressing concerns, such as not dying. Somehow, she had ended up in a situation where her pressing concerns involved both not immediately dying AND being fully clothed.

Figures.

She looked around the guard room for something, anything to cover herself up with, but found nothing. Finally, lacking a better option, she took one of the side pa.s.sages leading off the guard room to try and see if she would have better luck somewhere else.

The corridor she selected led generally away from the direction of the village, and was wider and better lit than all of the other options. After several meandering turns, she arrived in a smallish, mostly circular room. Several large wooden beds sat in a semi-circle around the back side of the chamber. To the right was a table with half a dozen rough-hewn chairs, and behind it, a small cooking area with makes.h.i.+ft spit and several kettles hung over an unlit, blackened fireplace. The smell of burnt meat hung faintly in the air, and she found herself having to fight the urge to start drooling.

Against the left side wall of the chamber, Eleanor saw a large chest. Opening it, she found it filled all sorts of odds and ends, including a pair of boots, a dagger, a purse, some papers, and a bunch of other paraphrenalia. To the left of the chest, near the bottom, she finally found a large pair of linen breeches, and a baggy cloth tunic. Pulling them out, she found to her relief that they fit her new body well enough. The tunic was a little baggy, but was workable once the front laces were tied. The pants fit nearly perfectly, except that they clearly weren't made for a creature with a tail. Using the dagger to cut a hole for it solved the issue.

Seeing the items in the chest, she wondered who they belonged to, but that didn't stop her from taking what she could use. Whoever had owned them before needed them less than she did now.

The purse still had some coin in it, and she stuck it in one of the belt pouches of her new belt. She then fastened the dagger to her side, and tried on the boots, which were sadly too small to be comfortable. Not that it mattered too much for the disguise, considering many of the gnolls she'd seen hadn't been wearing any.

Having taken what she could find, and now not stark naked, she left the guard chambers and made her way down the corridor heading towards the village proper.