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Ukawada looks at the couple, leaning against the wall "I know you and da missus goh some cahing up do do, bu some dings we godda dalk abou."

Dortlin looks confused at Ukawada. "Is it about the transformation?" He touches his ears gingerly.

He nods, lowering himself to the ground "Les sart wih da reincarnasion iself, I'm sure you feel a bih weaker den you did before, while dat will go away in time you goha undasand your old body, I desroyed dah so I could make you a new body, dah does a number on da spiriah. Now no worry you should be back do you oldself, minus da body, in abou a week or so."

Dortlin thanks Ukawada for explaining.

"Now dere is somthin more personal do thin abou bradda, abou you new race." he says, his nomally jovial voice taking a somber tone.

Dortlin nods and listens. 

"Well I'm sure you know half-elves live longer, you're gonna outlive you wife, mebby even you son, ada very leas you probably die same ime." Ukawada sighs, pushing himself up "Here I go ruining you good mood, you no worry abou da know, you goh allo of people do alk do bradda." and with that Ukawada begins to make the trek to the Oasis, his body worn and his soul exaughted.

Dortlin frowns deeply at the news and watches Ukawada unsure of how to respond or feel after the news.

He looks back to Dortlin, sensing the unease, giving him a crooked smile "Could be worse, could have come back a half-orc, me, I'll be lucky if I see 60, probably die sooner. My advice is do enjoy like while ya can."