As she snuck towards the main room of the tavern, she heard the sound of fighting. Opening the door, she saw most of the tavern in a brawl with what was clearly an adventuring party. Behind the bar, a Halfling Thief was pocketing bags of gold from under it. A half orc barbarian was punching most of the brawlers away while a female elven paladin only a year or two older than her current form, sat at the table with her head in her hands, not sure how she got saddled with this lot.
Standing in an empty space was an attractive orcish sorceress. Each spell transforming what she hit in unusual ways: adding extra body parts, shrinking or removing body parts, causing extreme arousal. No wonder the space around her was empty, for none dared try to approach her.
The Halfling held up a red crystal glowing with blue light.
“I have it! Let’s go.”
The woman jerked. Something had triggered for a moment when she heard the Halfling’s voice. Something familiar. Like she had known her, but couldn’t remember who she was. If she was going to get answers, she would have to follow the Halfling and her party. Abandoning stealth as the party rushed from the tavern, the shapechanging woman without memories rushed after them.