A tiny Falleef drifted into the shop, as if blown in by a strong wind. In fact, it looked rather more like leaf litter than a creature at first, having fallen flat on its face on the way. But it righted itself with a determined expression, and proceeded to approach the desk where people conducted their business. He had been here once before, and he hadn't cared for it then. He didn't care for it now either. The air here was stale and terrible, with no natural breezes to toss him about. There was only the hum of the ventilation system, which pumped this dead false air in and out of the building. He was already beginning to feel a little sick.
But this was what he had come to rectify--- he, who had always been weak, even for his kind. "I'm here to turn myself in," he said. "You'll
make me bigger, won't you? I've got money." Goodness knows how he carried such a satchel of keystones all the way here, but he produced them now. He had to get bigger. His brother was in trouble, and he was too small to help as he was, but if he got bigger...
(Pet submitted to testing.)