Nel jumped in surprise and stared at Tralin in alarm. "What is it, Nel?" Tralin asked, concerned. "Your hair is on fire, Trae, and your eyes are all yellow." "What?" Tralin asked. He put his hand to his head and, feeling nothing, looked confused. "I'm not on fire, Nel." The moglin extended a hand cautiously toward Tralin's head and touched in gently. He appeared even more startled then before. "It looks like yellow and blue crackling fire, but it's cold." "Magical energy..." "Hmm.." "I am leaking magical energy..." "Why? How?" "I consumed particularly strong Metanoia in Stone Deep."