Vhaenys is again lost in thought for a moment as she peers into the depths. Seeing her friends starting forward, she casts a charm of protection, and switches from sword to bow, arrow nocked and ready to let fly. For a while, she's the spitting image of Elven amazon warriors of old - but only for a short time. Soon her skinny arms tire from holding the string taught, and she gives up on her warlike stance, still peering cautiously forward.
SpoilerMage Armor before entering the dungeon