The Flambeau smirks. "Decapitation is your definition of 'nothing'? Good thing you're in no danger of becoming a Hoplite. Regardless, my need for boot polishing and meal preparations I had intended for your freakish Twilight-addled friend over-- what the??" As Valten gestures towards Sinmore, you all seem to notice at once that something very strange is happening. Her neurotic rocking motion has turned into wild, constricted thrashing. Her body seems to shrink and sprouts thick, reddish brown hair. Gradually the thrashing winds down, and where the giantess once stood, there is now an enormous wolverine. It hisses defensively and scampers off through the woods.
((The good news: Sinmore's mind is no longer being destroyed by the demon's victims. Bad news is she's a were-gulon. More good news is she's lost the "Plagued by Magic" flaw, as it's replaced with a different major story hook.))