"Um… A Bug… bear?" Troy said noncommittally. He had debated on not answering but realized tha Mark might just change him at random and he at least wanted to be something he would enjoy if things went that far. "Though I am not sure. Maybe… hm", He added, rubbing his chin as if in thought.
"A Bugbear would be interesting to see you as. I always thought of you as more of an animal race kinda person." Mark stared at Troy clearly trying to imagine it. Troy didn't know how to take that comment. He had barely talked to Mark in the past but apparently he thought Troy was a furry? Did everyone think that?
"Well, again I am not sure if that is my final choice. I would also have to pick a class and stuff. I would like whatever race I play to work well with my class." Troy was practically stumbling his way through this conversation.
"You know, Class and Race unity isn't that important but if you want I could help you come up with some good combos some other day" Mark said. Ah! An opening to get closer to his book. But Troy didn't have time to wait a week.
"Hm… How about I research a couple of character concepts and I will meet back up with you around lunch to discuss?" Troy asked.
"I…" Mark hesitated looking around. He had done a number on the office already. The number of Races on display was staggering and the layout changes were nothing to sneeze at either. The carpet had already been replaced with hardwood flooring. "I don't know."
Sensing the door closing Troy made a desperate ploy. "If it's a privacy issue, we can go to the cafe next door." Troy said softly. "I'll even pay for drinks!" He needed to get this done ASAP.
Mark's hand went to stroke his beard for a second but was met with only his sharp smooth chin. He frowned briefly before meeting Troy's gaze with a smile. "Ok! Since you're clearly excited about this I will see what we can do at lunch."
"Great! I'll see what I can come up with." Troy lied sitting down finally. Troy looked over at the rest of the office. A firbolg version of Harry walked past. As did a couple of chatty Half-Elves holding coffee mugs. As he scanned the room, his eyes fell upon a tiny little Pixie that was the assistant to their boss, Mr. Anderson. She hovered a mere 50 feet away; staring daggers at Mark. "Hey Mark." Troy whispered. "You should probably take off the cosplay. Doris is looking for a fight."
Mark looked over. "Lesser Shift", whispered Mark. Immediately the Elven appearance melted away. His long red hair shortened to a thinning crew cut while his beard grew out curly and bushy. His loose fitting clothing suddenly filled out as he regained the weight his elven figure had hidden. He even grew a few inches taller. Doris stared for a little more before finally flying off to bother some other dress code violators.
Troy sat down in his chair. He needed to put together a scheme that would either leave Mark without his book or discourage Mark from "needing" his book anymore.
Troy looked at his desk. The thin wood printed surface had been turned into actual oak. How did Mark even change the desks? Was the Book of Myth's reality warping *that* powerful.