The morning came quickly for the small band of mercenaries in the Jehanna Desert though most of them realized something wasn't right as they woke up. Gerik wasn't among them, since he woke to the murmuring of many people around him as if his entire mercenary group was standing around him whispering to each other. His eyes slowly opened as sat up and yawned, stretching his arms up and bringing them back down to his sides. He then realized he wasn't in his tent like he was when he fell asleep. Not only that but there were no tent around him at all. "Hey..." He began but he quickly realized what was going on.
"Gerik...how'd you get so huge!?" He heard a mercenary cry up to him. Gerik was now massive figure in the desert. His tent now laid on his stomach like a mere napkin and one of his mercenaries was the size of his hand. Before he answered, he peered around for Ewan.
"I'm not sure, though it probably has to do with that tome Ewan was given." Gerik answered with his voice booming. "Though I kind of like this strength..." If a mercenary was the size of his hand, his arm was at least two times the size of their body. "With this size I could do whatever I wanted really..." Gerik stood up and took a look around though all he could see was sand. He looked down at his mercenary group and spotted all of them staring up at him in awe. He could easily crush any of them with a single move of his boot so he had to be careful...unless a darker side come out.
"Ewan ran back to town, saying he was looking for a way to return you to normal." One of the mercenaries called up before he decided to act.
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