[color=9e0039][center][h1]Uriel Bertolini[/h1][/center][/color]

[b]“And when you make your way up here, we will have some questions for you.”[/b] To be absolutely honest, Uriel also had some questions for himself. First of all: how should he refer to himself? Should he try and play it off like he was a woman all along when interrogated? Or should he explain the situation and embark on a quest to recover his manhood? The trek upwards seemed long enough to allow the mob heir(-ess) to try and improvise a story. A hand reaching to the rope and giving it a tug would reassure him that it would allow him to reach the rim of the well safely.

Uriel was quick to discover that he seemed much lighter than what he was before, and that his limbs were swifter and nimbler than he expected. Confidence began to blossom within his chest as he began to climb his first steps and promptly slipped due to the combination of the smooth walls and the lack of experience with the heels. He figured that it'd be easier if he did it barefoot so he bent his leg backwards to pull the footwear off with a free hand. However, as his fingers traced the contour of his legs, he did not only discover that they were very slender but also that the boots reached up to his upper thigh. Not only that, but they were fastened in such a way that it'd be too time consuming to remove them. As he thought about this, he caught himself removing a lock of wet hair away from his eyes in an absent-minded manner, an act that confused him more. How was his brain already used to this situation but he wasn't?

The bob of bucket bucket leading it to touch his shoulder reminded Uriel of the situation and of the tales of well dwelling creatures that weren't interested in his well-being and would rather eat him raw. Or perhaps well done, who knows at this point? As such, Uriel began to climb upwards, taking it slow and easy to avoid slipping again. At this moment he noticed he had a rather large coat on him that was weighing him down a little bit due to it now being absolutely soaked in water, and that he had a strange golden object floating slightly above his head, the shimmers of gold reflecting the sun giving off its presence.

It'd be a somewhat long trek but, unless any unexpected difficulties arose, the villagers of Tici would welcome a young, tanned redhead with a floating headpiece into their little town as she rose up from the well. They'd also see that their first action was to take off that pompous coat she was wearing and disregard any questions or words to look at herself, first at the strange tattoo she had on her hand then at the rest of her body, visibly annoyed yet too disturbed to comment on any of it. She patted down her entire upper body, a red eyebrow perking up at how solid her abdomen was. Overall, she wasn't half bad. Standing at a five foot and half and with a slender and very toned body that was almost completely in display due to the scarce clothing, she could consider herself attractive despite the incredibly striking look. 

With a heavy sigh, Uriel swiped all hair on his face upwards to clear the view and finally look around, taking in the landscape and, more importantly, the little gremlins around him. He was frankly surprised to see all those animalistic traits on the kids, but he had head an adult before and, lo and behold, there effectively was one. Assuming that he was the one that spoke, Uriel approached the blond man. He set his hand on his hips in an open stance, one that, whilst carrying a masculine aura, it'd came off as a tomboy more than anything. His voice, when he spoke, properly reflected that he was at his wit's end and was simply waiting for the surprises to end. [color=9e0039][b]"Alright, before you ask anything: Where the hell am I?"[/b][/color] asked the man-turned-woman. He was fairly sure that the man would be offended but there were bigger things to worry about in his opinion. Namely, getting used to this new body.