Urtok looked down at his hairless, pale , smooth-skinned body. He was a fairly handsome creature in this state by general human standards. He was tall, broad, muscular but by bugbear standards? Puny, hairless, UNSIGHTLY! He screamed like a terrified school-girl, "My HAIR! " He felt his face desperately...feeling the small, pathetic patch of man-scruff that fiercely guarded his square jaw. He opened his mouth, felt his teeth. No fangs! What replaced them were sad, flat little man teeth! He felt the luxurious dark mane on his head, but it wasn't quite as impressive as what he'd once had! And he had no horns either! This hair was smooth and thick by human standards but quite thin and sad by his! He felt his small, rounded ears and nose.
"No, no, no! All wrong! This is SO not awesome! This is...disastrous! Horrifying! I can't believe this!Those creepy old hags STOLE my HAIR!"
He was so upset that he was completely ignoring Averella even as she was being stolen away by Ethel.
He went on raving about how UNAWESOME his situation was until he noticed how quiet it was and looked up, "Sorceress? " He blinked and looked around the ruined shop. Aside from a rat that scurried across his path, he was alone. "Great! She was probably scared of my hideous transformation and ran away. NOW what will I do?!"
He growled and , quite foolishly, yanked the two arrows from his posterior.
And screamed like a little girl again, baby-man tears streaming down his face.
It was so not awesome.
He then, curiously, made his way over to Addison's desk and went through her things. "Maybe there's a cure here somewhere for this disease I have..." He muttered to himself, grabbing random bottles and glaring at the labels hopelessly. "It's no use! " He moaned dramatically and threw a potion at one of the cheese wheels which simultaneously burst into flames upon impact. "I can't read any of this without her! How will I know which one will make me awesome again!?"
It was only then that he noticed the conspicuous stairway leading down to a floor level beneath the ground right behind Addison's chair, "Sweet. A hidden treasure room!" Urtok forgot his woes temporarily and stumbled down the stairs, giddy as a child in a candy store. "I wonder what kind of awesome treasures are down here. Maybe an ancient sword made of gold or magical underwear that cleans my butt so that I don't have to! Speaking of my butt...argh...it hurts even more than usual. It must be because I have no hair. " He paused at the door at the bottom of the stairs and knocked on it a few times, "Hello? Any monsters guarding treasure in there? "
No answer. He grabbed the door knob and twisted it but it held fast.
"Curses! It's locked!" He grinned, "Hah! Not a problem. I can take this door easy. " He took a couple steps back and charged at it bodily, ramming his shoulder into it like he normally would and expecting it to yield to his superior strength!
The result , however, was not at all what he expected nor was it pretty. He hit the door as hard as he could, but it remained where it was and he felt pain in his shoulder. Since when had he become SO feeble!?
Oh wait...now he remembered! Stupid man-disease! Stupid potions and rhyming hags!
"I...think I might have...broken something..." He winced.
He thought he heard voices then on the other side of the door. He pressed his little, round and flat ear against it and listened.
"Attack this door until you rot, " Addison crowed.
Let you in, we will not!" Ethel cackled gleefully.
The rhyming was followed by more, even louder cackling.
Troll's-breath were they ANNOYING!
Urtok snarled and pounded on the door with his fist, "GAH! Open this door right now! I'm going to punch you both in your dumb , hair-stealing faces you thieving witches!"