Feondir opened his eyes. Was he himself yet?
He looked at his hands. Nope. There were still two of them.
He looked up to see Guzore lifting Jack into the air. Was the Goron attacking them now?
Judging by the smile on the big yellow face, probably not.
"Who are you and why are you me?" Guzore asked.
Wait. Nope, it looked like the souls had been placed once the wrong bodies. All of them. Ferondir sat up.
"What did you do now, Zeph?"
This was the first of Zephyrus's messes that Ferondir actually didn't know how to fix.
He had tried the direct route, but that seemed not to work.
There was some weird magic binding them all, probably.
"We all have to be changed at once," he said to himself. He stood, again, onto his... Zephyrus's feet. "But if that's the case, this wasn't just a random accident." It was a spell.
His headache flared up again, not as bad this time, though. He rubbed his temples. If anyone could match their soul to Zeph's body, it was Ferondir. After all, he knew him best.
He might as well chill until he figured out how to reverse this.
He looked around. The mansion was a mess: bits of shattered vases and windows lay scattered over the floor. All broken save one jar.
This jar was sitting smack dab in the middle of the room.
Ferondir pointed at it.
"Veni Huc."
The thing leaped into his hand.
He felt something within it.
"Is that you?" he asked it.
The jar was silent.
"Here's me, talking to a jar." He must look so crazy right now.
He put the jar in his... Zepyrus's robe and focussed on his comrades. If he could figure out who was who, that would be a good start.
"I'm Ferondir, where's Zeph?" he called.