It was at this point, when a figure appeared at the entrance to the stable, he coughed politely to gain Treelus attention.
"Ah Galvon. Do you have news?", he inquired.
Galvon smirked, then started to explain. "The spy we left watching the dancers old body reported in, with an interesting development. Lancelot appeared to know our friend here. He looked at her old body suspiciously.". He paused. "Unfortunately you were unobtainable, and as the Lancelot came to realise that it was not his dancer, we set up a trap for him. As he was leaving the 'Dancing Pony', muttering that it was another failure, we attacked. The odds were in our favour as we outnumbered him five to one."
"But you succeeded!?" interrupted Treelus.
"Oh yes, but not without problems. Alus attacked first, and his blast was reflected back at him, he is called Alita, a buxom pleasure girl, also your son, was also transformed, she is now a wood nymph." Again he paused, uncertain as to how to continue. Both their forms seem to be permanent, the connection with their original bodies in the real world seems to be broken. They will live in these forms until, the game ends."
"Lancelot was overpowered and placed in the form of a stallion, the mare form just wouldn't take, that's the problem with these god characters. Some of their statistics are immutable."
Galvon signalled over his shoulder, and one of the stable lads brought in a massively endowed stallion. "I think Lancelot had some insecurities he should have been counselled about before starting the game."
Treelus turned back to me, "You shall pay for what you did to my son, being in league with Lancelot is a crime for which you shall pay dearly. I think that the punishment is fairly clear now."
With that he walked over to Galvon and out the stable, leaving us with the stable lad.
