But it was time to bid Auftane farewell. He sighed and watched in the mirror as the reflection changed.
The squat, solid form of the dwarf grew taller and much thinner. The dark brown skin faded gradually to tan, then pasty white with freckles. He enjoyed the freckles and paid close attention to their pattern on his skin. The neat beard and waxed moustache disappeared, and he rubbed a slender hand over his smooth chin. His shoulder-length black hair became short, tousled, and sandy brown.
He always saved the eyes for last. Finding just the right shade of amber took him several attempts, then he stepped away from the mirror, taking in his full reflection.
“Welcome home, Haunderk,” he said to himself. “You need a bath before you can report to ir’Darran.”
He made his way to the door of his suite and rang the bell that would summon a servant to fill his bathtub. His eyes fell once more on the silver torc, shining on the dresser.
“And won’t Kelas be pleased with you.”