Amya looked Roland over carefully. In his current state, he was of no use to her. He couldn't even wear simple armour, or carry a weapon. "This'll have to go" she said, gesturing to him. She beckoned for Roland to follow her, and she walked up stairs to her potion chamber. The room was filled with potions of all shapes and sorts. "Roland...I'm going to offer you a deal. I know that if given something that you want, you'll try much harder, so I will cut you a deal. I'll give you your free will, and a potion of transformation of YOUR choice, and you have to bring me Brian and his magic ring. If you do this, bring me both Brian and his ring, I shall free you from your servitude to me, and even let you stay have a transformation potion. Should you fail me however...the punishment will be immense. I'll strip you of your flesh for starters, and have you drug across a road full of glass for starters." Roland could hear the seriousness of her voice, but he agreed. He knew he had no other option. They shook hands, and the deal was done (a magic deal, so she has to keep her word), and Roland was lead over to the transformation cabinet. "Now Roland...choose thy form"