With a wave of his hand, the rabbit began to shift once more. Fur receded, limbs elongated, and before long, Anagan found himself standing in his human form once more, albeit slightly dizzy from the transformation.
"What the—?" Anagan stumbled, shaking his head. "How did you—?"
Ogron let him regain his balance before speaking again, his tone calm but firm. "I'm not here to harm you. In fact, I've been looking for someone like you."
"Someone like me?" Anagan raised an eyebrow, rubbing the back of his neck. "You mean someone to practice this little magic trick with?"
Ogron chuckled. "No, someone with a certain…skillset. I could use someone fast on their feet, someone who knows how to navigate the world unnoticed."
Anagan crossed his arms, skeptical. "And why would I help you?"
Ogron's gaze hardened, though the smile remained on his lips. "Because, Rabbit, I know more about you than you realize. And I can offer you far more than this meager life of petty theft."
Anagan felt a chill run down his spine at the way Ogron spoke, like he knew things that no ordinary man should. There was something unsettlingly familiar about him, like a dream half-forgotten.
"And if I say no?" Anagan asked, his voice braver than he felt.
Ogron's smile widened. "Then I'll simply turn you back into a rabbit and leave you to hop your way through life. But I have a feeling you won't refuse."
Anagan frowned, weighing his options. This man—whoever he was—had power, real power. He could sense it. And though every instinct screamed at him to run, something about Ogron's offer intrigued him. Maybe it was the promise of something more, or perhaps it was the way Ogron seemed to see through him, like he'd already decided Anagan's fate.
After a long moment, Anagan sighed. "Fine. You've got my attention. What exactly do you want from me?"