An old college buddy was in town last night, so we went drinking downtown. He's changed a lot since college. His hair is wreathed in bright coral and terrible white flame, now, and his eyes reflect oceans unseen by humankind. His skin is of steel and ivory, lightning darts between his fingers like a terrible storm, and an ancient, elemental mist surrounds his form. And he speaks with the voice of ten thousand men at once. It was pretty weird, but I never really asked what caused all the coral and steel and mist. I didn't want to be too nosy, and he didn't really bring it up. So, mostly we caught up on old gossip and waxed nostalgic about the dorms. I paid the tab and we exchanged email addresses. He seems like he's doing well, which is good to know.