The wizards laboratory looked something like what Ty’s mind would have identified as a mad scientist’s laboratory, crossed with a magical research library. An Elven man who would have looked middle aged if he had been human sat at the desk, writing notes.
“Trendalin? Do you have a moment to help us?” Elenara asked
“Give me just a moment, Princess,” the elf says, as he finishes writing to the end of the line before putting his quill down.
As he turns to face them, Tymora feels a stirring of attraction for the older elf, causing her to surreptitiously rub her legs together.
“Oh. A Gemini curse? Hang on, let me see how far it’s progressed.” He picked up a monocle from his desk and put it to his eye as he discovered Tymora for several agonising seconds as Tymora tries not to cry out at the sensations. She was so distracted, she didn’t notice the change until Trendalin had finished casting the spell. He looked down at his body to find…