515 That's a Problem...

After General Narbeth left the room, everyone let out a little laugh.

"Geez, Rychell. What did you do to the male, to make him run out of here that fast." Aria pointed at the door in which General Narbeth just left from.

"It's Thallan now, and my father in law is just spooked from watching me change bodies."

"Ah! He your new father in law…" Fir glanced at the door remembering what Narbeth looked like. "You always pick the weak ones."

"They're are easier the handle."

"Em…" Fir took a really long look at Thallan. "… and you always pick the ones that look the closest to how you used to look like."

"It makes it easier to get use to the body." Thallan gave Fir the same look, Fir gave him. "Rather than like you, who changes his style every time one body dies." 

"Hey, it's good to change it up once in a while, right?" Fir looked over at Gwen and Aria.