*Before long, a few men arrive, carrying various containers from Sylors tent. His footlocker, a backpack or two, and so on. Shortly afterwards, he is helped in by two more earth elves.
Once he is set down in a seat, he thanks them, and they leave. As soon as they are gone, his composure goes from normal, to one of barely contained pain*
Argh. I thought they'd take forever. I can't handle being upright right now... Where can I lie down?
So then he goes, YOU SHALL NOT PASS, and I say "I've got WINGS? I can FLY?" It was hilarious! The dwarf was tough, but the elf was delicious and they had some men and these four bite-sized guys, too. The wizard was fuming when I flew off.