Nick P. had changed as well, he had grown much more slender. His muscles
were no longer as prominent (meaning they didn't bulge) and his arms, legs,
fingers and virtually everything else had lengthened as well (No that's not
what I'm talking about you dirty minded people) so that he was slim, but
not scrawny. He found himself in green and tan forest garb with a longbow
strapped on his back, a quiver of arrows on one hip and a short sword on
the other. He had the high cheekbone and pointed ears that marked him an
elf. All topped off with an unruly mop of bright, red hair that he was
devastated had replaced his precious mop of brown hair that nobody except
Jen, his girlfriend was aloud to touch; even then he cringed when she did.
On his left hand was a thick glove that reached his elbow. On the shoulder
above it was a shoulder cover of sorts with a strip of leather that ran
under his arm and was held by a metal clasp.
