The most impressive thing about Greg's new form was the fact that it was only marginally smaller than his previous one – the devil was still almost three metres tall, and the armour still got him nicely.
"Do you still remember how to speak after two centuries?" Leon asked with a hint of amusement.
"I do." Greg's voice was deep and smooth, not exactly something you'd expect from such a heap of muscles. "You have no idea how many times I wanted to scream at you but couldn't because of that armour."
"I think I do, you conveyed your displeasure quite clearly through gestures."
"Clearly not enough, since you kept doing those things." Greg stood up and smiled faintly. "I think it's high time I introduce myself properly – I am Gregathour of the third Kalinaar, but you can keep calling me Greg. It's not like anyone uses the full one."
"Could you tell us your story? Or at least all that you can remember, I know the Blight can mess with memories." Calen said.
