Dinetrie takes a swig. "It's not as punchy as I hoped, but we'll save the stronger libations until we're back at the manor." She grins. "Anyway, I have a purse at home, I was going to, er donate it in the Pathfinder's honor."
Narcela returns to you at this point. "Alright, the guards should be gone for a bit. Let's get her back to the Safe Space and then figure-"
Without warning, Narcela lets out a loud moan, reaching out to a nearby wall to hold herself up. Her body again distorts, curved horns growing from her head. After a few moments, she returns to normal. She slumps down and looks up with fear in her eyes.
"No... it's happening, isn't it?" Narcela pants. "Mother... she's turning me into a hag. No!" Terror grips her tightly."Please," she says in a rough whisper. "Don't let her take me! I don't know if I can hold on much longer. If... if I transform, do what you have to do! I'd rather be dead than a monster!"
