Well that was different.<br/><br/>In spite of herself, as the mudwoman burbled at her Ziah let out a laugh; a soft, genuine laugh, her first in days. With all of this mayhem, getting hired by the city to go into a notoriously dangerous area, she had almost forgotten how. "Endowed, huh?" She smirked, looking back into the mirror. "Bigger boobs," she demanded. "...And change my skin back, dark green isn't really my style."<br/><br/>And, just like magic (though technically it WAS magic...), Ziah changed once more, her skin changing and her bust expanding, stretching against the leather of her armor. "Hot damn. Maybe I should give up on the mercenary business and be a build-your-own-call-girl."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>