[Color=gold]"Druids? Reincarnation? I didn't think that religious group believed in reincaration. I never considered myself religious by any means let alone believe in reincarnation. You must be kidding my good man."[/color] Theodore's voice starts to trail off as he looks into the mirror. His dark hair was now a sandy blonde, his facial features were sharper along his cheekbones and chin, and the color of his eyes had gone from deep green to a grey hazel. The points of his ears were like that of the mythological elves from the stories he read when he was younger. Was this some elaborate ploy of his former business partner trying to con him out of the company? Could this be a medically induced coma leaving Theodore as a vegetable for the rest of his life?

A gentle tug on the tips of his ears drew slight pain. The cool damp of the room with the smell of stale air combined with that made him second guess the comatose state. At least for now, to much of this felt to real.

[Color=gold]"I'll be dammed. This is either the real deal, I'm on one powerful drug cocktail, or someone has me hooked up to some crazy virtual reality system.

Either way pleased to meet you Marbess Kerfuffle. I am Theodore McCoy, owner and operator of McCoy Premium Estates. If you're interested I may have an exquisite beach side property not to far from Daytona Beach. I'm sure we can find a lender that will secure you enough credit to buy."[/color] 

The sales pitch was subpare as Theodore judged it. It had been many years since he had to sell it directly to the client. He relied on several subordinates that handled the sales.