Zanric peered at the potion a moment longer. Then he reached out and without allowing himself to have any second thoughts, he drank it down. The startling combination of sweet and bitter and some indescribable flavors made him almost sputter and stop, but he finished the strange brew, and then setting the bottle down, he looked to Kelvrin expectantly.

The old wizard nodded as if a great decision had been reached, then stood up and patted Zan's arm with fatherly pride.

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"The potion will soon take effect, and I recommend you spend the next day or two to sleep and rest as the transformation of your soul begins. As for me, it seems I have a new errand to undertake." Kelvrin crossed over to the door and donned his traveling cloak again. He sighed with bemusement. "When I see you next, you will have changed beyond even your own reckoning."

He opened the door, and then, a final word "And continue your studies until I return!" And Kelvrin went out on his new journey.

Zan just sat and wondered what would happen next.