[h2]Efander Amdel[/h2] Really, it was a pain that they had been sealed away in stone coffins, with no sort of padding or the like. Surely with all the effort that had gone into arranging magic circle upon magic circle to create a proper stasis (and not just the three truly magical of their group sitting and playing cards until the time came) it would have been possible to get some cushioning in these things? Efander [i]was[/i] an old man, even if remarkably spry and supposedly sealed unchanging, and waking up with a stiff back... The good news was that waking up felt better than ever: no aches or pains, a back without any sign of stiffness whatsoever... ready and raring to go. Even the [i]coffin[/i] seemed a lot roomier, who knew such a long nap would do such wonders for the body? Ah, everyone was starting to be noisy, it was definitely time to wake up. With a heave, yet another of the heavy stone lids was pushed out of the way, and as expected a head of snowy white hair sat up from it with a yawn, giving a morose look at Izel. "We just woke up and you're already starting on the young lady..." This, of course, really drew Efander's attention to her little incident. Her voice was too high, the hair was much silkier, there was none of the muscle she had worked hard to keep... and her robes, extravagant as they were, were starting to slip down her much smaller shoulders quite noticeably. Aaaah, this would call for some emergency tailoring...