Goliath frowned at his clawless hands for a moment. As if having his natural form taken from him a second time was not infuriating enough, this time he was not subject to a magically implanted notion that he had always been this way. He felt just as alien in this body as he supposed he ought to have felt, had his mind been fully without enchantment when Puck had first played his shapeshifting mischief on the clan.

"I can wield it." He held out his hand for the sword. "Armor I am less used to, but I will care for it for you."

He tried to growl, but the sound came as merely a sigh in his newly human throat. "It seems our captor has some quarrel with any species not human. What point does he think he is making by taking our natural forms from us?"

And could they ever change back? That was a deeply imperative question.