Myar grinned evilly and shifted -- again -- into a duplicate of Tallyrand's male form. His armor blurred and shifted to match the man's rakish style. "With pleasure," he declared boldly, but quietly enough not to be heard by the voice's original owner. "I shall sweep her off her feet in a suitably dashing manner, as I do all young women of such elegance." Not giving anyone a chance to object to his horrible horrible prank, Myar ran off to find Tallyrand -- and coincidentally ran away from the dragon who was immune to his best spell.<br/><br/>From Tallyrand's perspective, the door would burst open and his former body would rush over, gather her in his arms, and sweep her off her feet. "Hush, delicate flower. Your hero is here." He smiled at her, a wonderful smile that Tallyrand knew well -- it was the one he used when seducing damsels himself.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Disguise: 34. I flubbed the roll :/<br/></div></div>