"Fair enough.  I'm not trying to intentionally offend you, but one of the reasons I'm even in here is because I was led into an ambush by an informer, so you'll forgive me if I'm a little slow to trust you.  In any case, we need to pick up the pace.  These lights are some sort of timer, and they've almo-"  His hand shot forward suddenly, moving fast enough to be little more than a blur, and impacted something with a muffled thunk.  Wincing slightly, he slowly withdrew the six-inch spike that transfixed his palm where it had shot out from the wall; it had been barely an inch from the side of Greggory's head when he stopped it.<br/><br/>"Well, I guess they weren't kidding about attempting to kill you.  This would have gone through your skull like rice paper. Give me a second to get this fixed."  Wil closed his eyes, and the tattoo on his forehead glowed slightly.  A strange multicolored mist seemed to flow over his body, coming from no visible source.  A second later it disappeared, and Wil had completely changed.<br/><br/>He had assumed his full draconic form; his scales were a deep bronze, with a slight greenish tint near the edges.  His wings were the same color, although the tint darkened the closer you got to the edges, and a series of horns led down the sides of his face.  He held his hand up and inspected it; it bore the hints of where the spike had punched clear through, but appeared as if it had healed for a while as the mark was almost gone.<br/><br/>"My vision is better like this, and I didn't want to miss another trap.  And besides, the best way to get through a maze is to not go through it at all; if you're willing I could fly us straight to the exit.  We would avoid the rest of the traps, at least the ones on the ground, and it would be faster."