Adam sat at the council table, looking as calm as though nothing unusual had happened.
Across from him, Umlo stared daggers at him.
A blood-red handprint was clearly visible around the dwarf's neck, standing out against his skin like an open insult. Every now and then, his fingers twitched as though he were resisting the urge to reach across the table and strangle Adam himself.
Gregor, meanwhile, was still struggling to comprehend what had just transpired.
His eyes occasionally drifted toward Adam, then toward Umlo, before returning to Adam again. The illusion had been so flawless that even now, he could not understand when the switch had taken place.
Kesha, on the other hand, stared at Adam with newfound fascination.
