Zoe's die landed on the one. "Typical" she muttered under her breath, "Always throw the lowest."
She picked up a card. "Always complaining about getting the lowest?" it read, "For your next three cards, your effects will be multiplied by ten. Pick another card."
Zoe frowned. Strange, she thought, as she picked up another card. It read, "You are always wanting to be so grown up. Age ten years."
Zoe's eyes opened in horror, as she realised what was going to happen. She closer her eyes and could feel herself getting older and older. She opened her eyes, and saw everyone staring at her. "Mirror! I need a mirror!" she croaked, and as one was passed to her, she looked in horror. There was a wizened old lady looking back at her. Her hands were covered in spots and moles, her breasts had sagged away to nothing and her legs felt as thin as sticks.
But what about Jon?
