Forest
"Don't bust the duster, it's the only one I have!" Forest managed to say as she felt herself growing taller, thicker, and bulkier.
Her muscle tone was more on the lean side; like a dancer or martial artist's. This was more into "Power Build" territory. She could also hear the rumble of thunder in what felt like herself. Which, Forest thought, Well, that's bloody wicked.
Then she asked, They have bounties and whatnot around here?
Being a mercenary was something she was all too familiar with, and being a merc on the side of good was even better.