Elowen had been skeptical in letting Trent join the party. Sure, his skills of lock picking and sleight of hand were useful, but having a trickster rogue around was becoming quite frustrating. Today, it seemed he used his limited magic to swap their bodies, and Elowen was furious.
“It’s not an actual swap,” Trent explained as he leaned up against a wall, “It’s more like we’re just disguised as each other for a bit -- just until a long rest.”
“Then let’s set up camp,” Elowen insisted.
“We just woke up! It’s in the middle of the day! Just relax and enjoy it.”
“It’s a waste of your limited magic that we could use in combat.”
“Then will stay close to the city today. What could possibly go wrong?”