[Original author: Generic username]

That spell had been so potent that it had even reached the deepest, darkest depths of abyss. Every woman down there was completely shrunk down just as those on the surface had been. And among the men that had not been shrunk was one of the ashen wolves, who went by batlhus. The brawny man had just finished up a day of training, so he just went right back to his room, kicked his sweltering boots off, and decided he felt like relaxing today. “Alright. Time for a day off. Been a while” the ex noble muttered to himself in his bed, just trying to kick back and breathe

He was able to lay there like that for about 14 seconds before immediately getting bored of just sitting there. “Yup. Not doin that” Balthus said aloud, hopping out of his bed. As his bare feet hit the ground, there was an audible squelching sound. The king of grappling probably had bigger feet than anyone else in the monastery, and his soles were wide and meaty. Wrinkles all along his arch, and thick toes to match it all. Though on top of that, his feet, and the rest of his body, were currently doused in sweat. He’d never actually showered after training, thus leaving him in such a condition. Not that he really had a problem with it

“I think I’ll go get me a drink” He exclaimed with a grin, ready to make his way on over to the bar. Balthus stepped on over towards his door, leaving steamy footprints behind on the cold stone every time he walked forward which would soon evaporate. The grappler briefly considered putting his boots back on… but ultimately just shrugged, deciding against it. They weren’t particularly comfy and he wasn’t going far. A nice barefoot walk never hurt anybody… right?

So off he went, headed towards the bar. Though along the way, the ashen wolf would end up running into some of that botched spell’s victims. He happened to stroll right on towards…