[i]The only one that immediately reacted to the loud screeches of the wizard overhead was the elven man, as he flipped over the wooden fencing and began to travel towards the tower in the distance.[/i] [i]He was a typical filthy mage: bounded within a dark green robe, with a coat of dark brown dragonhide encasing his centermass, his hood hung loosely upon his back, only bounded by the black pauldrons of his armor. His head was shaven bald, his facial structure sharp and intelligent - yet with him, he held a bag of.. goods? Odd.[/i]