2 weeks later - mid April
"Well how is she doing," asked Duinir as he downed his...4th(?) mug of ale, he'd never bothered counting.
"If you mean that Lelu girl, she's progressing as well as can be expected. But only when she drinks the potion will we know if she's really prepared," responded Gratz as he sipped his own mug.
"Not 'zactly accurate. But if she can't control it, I'll haf ta be da one ta put her down," mumbled Gorg somberly as he downed another mug.
"And there is no other way," asked Duinir.
"She has 3 options: 1) drink the potion and pass to live a sorta normal life, 2) be chained like an animal every full moon, or 3) be put down. The cure isn't affecting her for some reason and the next full moon is in 2 weeks. She had better be ready as after that, it's the point of no return. Any insight on the alpha?"
"She was obviously female and altered by some kind of wizard or item. I don't know much else. The white fur is possibly a result of said magical alterations. No magical items were found, but I'm sending a few samples back to my home for others to study," Duinir sighed as he leaned back in his seat. "I am curious about that weapon Vect was using."
"Ebron is examining it thoroughly. The rune he had infused into the weapon has changed slightly. He has found it means 'adaptation'. This might explain why it changed to s silver weapon during the battle. What's more, its shape is changing now, the width is shrinking, right now its about 2 feet wide and the blade on one side is flattening out while the other is beginning to curve slightly," reported Gratz.
"Hmm. Vect was using it like a slashing weapon more than a stabbing one, and from what I saw, he seemed to favor one edge over switching as the battle progressed. Could that be a reason it's shaping to its owner's preference?"
"Possibly, I've heard of quicksilver weapons that shape to their masters whim in an instant."
After a few minutes of silence, broken only by the crackling of the fire, Gorg spoke.
" 'as Gabriel decided if he's gonna come ta study the kids?"
Gratz shifted slightly. "He is interested in coming up here, but I don't know how he feels towards you."
"Hmmm," was all Gorg said as he stared down at his mug.
"Any idea when he might come?"
"Possibly after the term is up, Headmaster Theodore has given him a group of pupils to teach personally," said Gratz with a smirk.
"Gabriel teaching?" Duinir and Gorg began to laugh together. "My the gods have mercy on those poor kids."
They spent the rest of the night chatting about the past and their own exploits from Gorg leveling a mountain top to the time Gabriel was caught in bed with a previous headmaster's daughter.