Nodding, the jailer took another puff on his pipe and smiled at Ohmen. "Well, it is nice to feel vindicated. The others thought I was insane for thinking you were a shapechanger. Of course, I have more clout than they, so they do as I say." As smoke continued to waft from his nostrils, he seemed to take on a different cast. He - or now, perhaps, she? - continued to let smoke ooze from her nostrils, but without taking another drag on the pipe. "The others only see what is in front of them no matter what I try to teach them. Your disguise was better than you suspected, if it helps," she adds as her form begins to grow. "After all," she says as she grows taller and taller, until she towers over you, "it takes one shapechanger to know another." Her form fills out and grows more draconic before your eyes, long horns spiraling from her head as she takes on a form more suitable to a half-dragon. Long, white hair spills from her head, down her back. Her eyes shift to black, almost depthless pits that seem to suck in the light, stars seemingly visible within them. "Deep down, I suspect you are not as evil, or as dark as you would have others believe." Reaching a long-fingered hand through the bars - and when I say through, I mean her arm passes through them like the iron isn't there - and places a single digit on the bracelet gracing your right wrist. With her touch, the bracelet cracks and falls to the floor.
"Ohmen," she says softly, "if that is your real name. I suspect it is not, but that is neither here, nor now. I would offer you some advice. Think more before you speak. Your actions are less believable if your words do not match your attitude. If you pretend to be better than you actually are, then the shock your betrayals cause will be all the greater. But most of all," she says, leaning down to blow smoke into your jail cell, "buy a change of clothes, or perhaps two or three. Wearing the exact same thing no matter what shape you wear is a dead giveaway as to your nature..."
By the time the smoke clears and you can see again, she is gone. But to your surprise, so is the door to your cell! Her voice echoes throughout the room as the two guards enter. "Hear my voice and know me," she says. "I am Silgisarr, and my word is Law. The being Ohmen has been tried. His sentence is to be as follows: Exile from Port Admon and Silgis, for a period of thirty days. Payment of twenty-five gold coins to the shopkeeper he attempted to ensorcell. Take him to the docks, to the Moonsister, for his berth is aboard that vessel. Give him time to make his fine, then he is to be confined to Moonsister for the remainder of his stay upon the moon." As she pauses, the two guards bow deeply and mutter in unison. "Thy will be done," they reply.
"Oh, and once his payment is complete, you are to enact punishment four upon him." To your horror, the two guards cast each other evil-looking smiles. Collecting you, they escort you back towards Moonsister...
