Selby Torbjorn

Selby now desperately wishes he (alternately, she) hadn’t ridiculed that old Cleric lady. He was feeling a bit too full of himself and lashed out at her to make himself feel an even bigger man. As if she’d read his mind, she waved the back of her hand in his direction and said, “Understand how it feels to be small.” At the time he didn’t know what she meant, but after a few months he started to notice the change. After a year he was an entire foot shorter than he once was. His bones ache; his clothes don’t fit; he can’t work. Lately, he’s been hanging out by the Temple of the Muse, because it’s nearest to the place that they passed each other. But he’s never seen her again. It must have been a coincidence because that Temple seems to be devoted to egos and idols. No one there will help him; they’re far more arrogant than he ever was.