Erevan casts his illusion, then looks bewildered and indecisive. Running away is the obvious choice, but to leave the others, possibly to die? The elf reminds himself he already got someone killed today. No more!
"No," the elven prince says with more confidence than he feels. "I'm not leaving you! Orsik, you and Drum go, flee this demon prince! Get to safety. We... we will find you. I promise. Now go!"
Erevan turns and grabs his bow, nocking an arrow. He realizes that chances of survival are slim, but he is ready.