AC: 16
HP: 21/21
Spells: bard: 0 3/3, 1 4/4, 2 1/2; sorc: 0 3/3
Maesyn sighs and casts
alter self on himself. As he casts, his form shimmers and shakes, and a large pair of wings grows from his back, right through his armor without apparently damaging it. His ears grow more pointed and his features more angular. He has taken the form of an avariel, the winged elves of legend.
So equipped, he flies gently over to the other side of the chasm, trying to get out of the line of fire if he can. He will prefer to follow Savin given a choice.
Maesyn Silverhair