Eventually they shove the thing into the bag. Myar ties it shut using his endless rope. That done with, Myar stretches and his form ripples. In moments he is a tall, humanish man with fair skin and slightly pointed ears. Not even a half-elf, more like a quarter, which explains his lack of elveny senses. He's wearing a green tunic and brown trousers with old, comfortable boots on his feet. He hooks his thumbs in his belt and gives a roguish grin. "No point sticking around, then."<br/><br/>This is Myar's "almost true" form. He actually does look a bit like his elf father, if you knew what his father looked like anyway. In his youth he had a much more elven appearance, but that caused problems when people expected him to have an elf's eyes and ears. It's his default choice of appearance when traveling with the party in civilized areas that might object to a changeling.