"Spot on, good man." he let out a breath and relaxed his shoulders, enough to indicate he wasn't about to have a running tackle to take care of someone impersonating Zevran. "Have you seen the man who talks to you and gets eaten by some abomination? I understand he's afraid, but he could answer back." then again, the man had been flat and a little too shiny to be in his presence. He'd never seen magic of this sort before. It seemed more rigid, more structured and manufactured instead of conjured.

"But... right, where are our armor and weapons?"