Myar sat up slowly, nursing his head. "Okay...last thing I remember was two pints of mead and three wenches promising to blow my mind. Um...I'd say that went down pretty well," he laughed. "Did you enjoy yourself, Thane?"<br/>...<br/>"Thane?" Myar closed his eyes for a moment and felt for that calm place in his soul that led to his familiar. "Oh hell," he said a moment later. What followed was a hurried meditation on his spells followed by a slightly disastrous attempt to gird himself (followed by a less disastrous attempt once he realized those weren't his legs) after which he checked to make sure he was a half-elf in proper wizardly-looking garb and barged out of the room. "GUYS!?" he yelled, wincing at his own hangover. There would be time for that pain later! "We have a problem!"