| Morph
Morph flinches back reflexively as the fire bursts through the corner of the room. He speaks, "We were supposed to be back there. That was meant to catch all of us in it. It was powerful, blowing out the wall like that, somebody knows we are here and wants us dead." Morph turns to the goliath, "If we did not meet you out here, we would likely all be dead now." Morph flexes his joints. That fire would have burned me to slag. A form resistant to fire would be very useful however.Morph follows the majority to wherever they are going. It matters not to him. He has little money for material wealth, and he needs not to eat or drink. |