After some time, the thin boy returned with a very sophisicated woman. She had brown hair interwoven with many ribbons of various colors, a very attractive style. The chanter lady began talking to necro-man in words Chloe could'nt understand. The furious gesturing of hands worried her. Kaaldar, too, joined in this babblefest.
Finally, Chloe could take no more. ''In COMMON, all of you! Stop talking like I'm not here or a ghost!'' She then walked over to where Kaaldar sat and pointed at him with her still pale finger, ''I especially mean YOU, Kaaldar. There will be no 'jibber, jibber' around me! Do you get that?''
Kaaldar, taken aback a little, gave a sheepish smile, and quietly said, ''Yes.''
This amused necro-man no end, and he addressed Kaaldar in Common, ''Just think, all that beautiful fury is yours!''
''I know,'' smiled a blushing Kaaldar, whose cheeks were almost a purplish magenta.
Slowly his smile lessened, as he returned to the sobriety of the earlier subject. ''Ah, maybe you ought to get a seat for what we have to tell you . . ,'' and then turned around to look for a chair. Thin boy had been paying attention, and brought one in from another room.
After Chloe was securely seated, the lady of the fancy hairstyle looked Chloe in the eyes, and said, ''Do you know who your father is, Chloe?''
''Eh, I'm taking a guess he isn't General Jyleel, huh?'', Chloe weakly smiled, referring to the only man she'd ever known as her father, an important man in the Fierdal army who was a very advanced paladin.
''No, Chloe, he isn't,'' chanter lady affirmed, both firmly and gently.
''Well, Momma hasn't told ME anything about it. Somehow I can't imagine her with an inky . . .'' Chloe's voice trailed off. Chanter lady, taking up the trail, continued, ''. . . It so happens my SON is an enchanter of the worst sort. His favorite delight is in knocking up poor whities. It's always up to ME to clean up his messes . . .''
Trying hard not to sound too awed, Chloe said, (with little success at her efforts), ''That means, YOU could be my grandmother, doesn't it?''
Too wearied by her own trials to notice Chloe's awe, chanter lady affirms, ''That is quite possible, as I am the only enchanter in Neriak with the ability to create a permanent illusion. As you can no doubt imagine why, these spells are guarded very closely.''
''But you DO have the power to reverse it, don't you? Don't you?'' Chloe inquired, giving up any hope of not appearing so earnest.
''Yes, I can. The components of the spell are rare, but I believe I have them,'' she said, reasonably confident.
Chloe's mind was blown with this knowledge. ''This beautiful woman is my grandmother!'' She thought to herself. ''She sure doesn't seem the grandmotherly type!''
Necro-man had been observing this scene with entirely too much enjoyment, and interrupted, with a faintly lacivious tone, ''Aw-w-w-w! Time now for a family hug!''
Both of the two women turned their heads to him simultaneously and shot icy glares at him.
''So what we gonna do, have a family meeting or do part two of the transformation?'' Necro-man inquired, suddenly getting business-man like.
Resuming a crisp business-tone, Chloe's new grandmother stiffly said, ''I will look for the spell componants. You and the High Cleric can go about your tasks.'' With that, she walked briskly out of the room.