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Maliar set the file down and blew the horndust away from the last spike-nub on the body. Her glamour shielded her eyes and nose from the unpleasant dust.
She had unwrapped the linen a week ago, trusting that her spells had worked. They had, of course; the corpse no longer looked like a shar. Now it had an elf's pale skin and delicate body. She hadn't dared check the eyes yet, and the corpse had long ago lost all its hair. The spikes had to be sawn off, though.
The results were acceptable, however, and she could weave hair and spin illusions over the nubs. Nothing else could really be done about them without excessive skeletal damage. Now it was time to rewrap the body and lay new spells into the bones and blood. The insides were still fundamentally shar and it would take much work to change that. While a shar who resembled an elf superficially was an ideal body, no elven soul could properly rest in it.
She'd had such hopes, too....
The new linen bandages had certain symbols painted on them in elven essence. That obscure Bog siabra liquid drew the user closer to the ancient elves, to the Tuatha de Danaan. She hadn't dared to use any other enchantments on them, not until the essence sunk into the corpse.
Now she unrolled a length of bandage and began to wrap the small, elf-looking body on her main worktable. On a nearby workbench, the severed shar horns were carefully laid out and labelled. An assortment of carving tools gleamed in the light.