The woman honestly seems surprised by your offer of help. And perhaps even more surprised by the fact that you aren't at all put off by the whole "lycanthropy" thing... Probably not something she gets very often. Then again, it's unlikely that she gets<em>anything</em>often when she's deep in the "heart" of the earth...<br/><br/>"I... You will?" She gives you a sidelong glance, but nods. "If you can find some way to get me free of this place, I would help you taunt Asmodeus at his own dinner table. But try as I might, I've only been able to go deeper, not back out... and the hallways only grow colder and scarier, from my experience."<br/><br/>Her eyes get a faraway look in them, and a shudder runs through her before she comes "back" to the present situation.<br/><br/>"Um... but the books. Well, they've given me infinite knowledge... but none of it useful. There are histories and origins and variations of lycanthropy written... but nothing on how to remove it. So I turned to a study of Divine magics, to see if there was some way to remove the "curse..." but nothing came of that either. Perhaps my arcane background has tainted my ability to call upon the divine, or perhaps I just don't have the calling... either way, the tomes on magic have been useless as well." She sighs, and shrugs. "And as to the last part..."<br/><br/>She closes her eyes, and when she opens them they are the pale gold of an arctic fox. Fur starts to spread out from there... her hair seems to press tighter against her, then spreads down her skin at a rapid pace, shortening and bristling into a fluffy white coat that washes across her form like a torrent of water. Of course, the grace and beauty of the change is marred slightly by the<em>popping</em>of her bones as they restructure, forming vulpine legs and large, padded feet, or extends out into a long, bushy tail. The pops pass soon enough, though, and she stands in front of you a hybrid of fox and woman, eyes downcast in embarrassment.<br/><br/>