Ghostman
“The green glamour is upon you now,” the Yunni shaman said. “Those with the inner sight may still be able to see you, so beware. The faeries of the forest will see you as easily as always, but few others will notice more than a shadow drifting at the corner of their eyes.”
The healer felt somehow lighter. It was like he had removed a heavy pack basket he had been lugging up a mountain trail. “My skin feels...strange. Like it is tingling.”
“Yes, the mushrooms in my potion do that sometimes. I find it quite pleasant.”
The healer nodded. “So the effect will fade when I leave the forest?”
“Yes. My power is modest.” The small Yunni smiled.
Modest? The healer chuckled. Even the most haughty, bejeweled wizard visiting the queen’s court had never claimed they could make a man invisible.
“This glamour will only fool the eyes. Ears and noses can sense you, so you could still find your way into a troll’s belly.”
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