The city is still largely the same since the last time you visited a few years ago. As you approach the opera house, you notice that the statue of Luthandrel has been finished. You can tell that the city really got its money's worth. The whole thing is made of glass, enchanted to last through the test of time and weather. Every detail on his face and outfit is perfect, which is even more apparent to someone with your intimate level of familiarity with him. Getting someone inside to direct you to him is easy enough. Luther greets you in his office, where he seems to be appraising some outfits.<strong>"Oh, hello, there. Can I help you?"</strong>It's clear that he doesn't recognize you in your current form.<br/><br/>Luther has been a foppish sort for as long as you've known him, but Luthandrel always considered him to be one of his more trustworthy relatives. Not that the rest were distant or treacherous, but Luther could always be relied on for help into or out of a tight spot.