Expert Advice (Part 2)
"Okay." It took the Lich King several tries to find something that his audience approved.
"Then, you can't go around looking like a corpse. You need a human appearance." Lith had just finished talking that Inxialot had gone from a mangled body to his real form.
He was now a good-looking man in his fifties, about 1.78 meters (5'10") tall, with greying brown hair streaked blue, red, and black all over.
"Gods, I'm starving, thirsty, and my stomach is going to blow!" He hadn't worn his flesh since Urgamakka so his body unleashed the needs it had accumulated for over one year at once.
He needed a full course meal and a long bathroom break before resuming the conversation. Even worse, he had forgotten how to eat, drink, and relieve his bowels. Aylen had to help him at every step, from chewing his food to taking down his pants.
Compared to him, Shargein looked like a mature, independent man.