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You dig through your bag, coming up with the herbs and powder. You immediately start chewing on the herbs as instructed, then turn your attention to the powder. The best way to get past this lot is not to be noticed. The best way to do that is to look lke one of the creatures before you. You look around the room for small creatures who do not fly, so you can make the act you're about to attempt as realistic as possible.
You spot some small, horned creatures on the ground, scurrying near the fountain. Devil-like tails spring from their behinds, and the one word you can think of to describe them is 'imp'. They will do nicely. Taking a handful of the powder from the jar, you think of looking like one of the imps, making sure to think of making your clothing and equipment invisible. The dust seems to swirl around you, and you feel a tingling sensation. Then, as you watch, your skin and body fade to a sort of greyish tone, your hands becoming clawed, like those of the imps. You don't feel a thing, but you know you appear to have horns and a tail. You reach up and try to feel your horns, but feel nothing. You start to form your own opinions about glamour; it seems you can't feel them, while others can. Of course, it might be because you know they're illusions, while others don't. Belief may play a bigger part in magic then you thought.
You begin climbing down the ornate carvings on the door until you reach the bottom, then scurry across the floor of the chamber, trying to imitate the imps' way of moving. Many times, you barely avoid being crushed by the large feet of the numerous creatures who move about, some dancing, and some trying to crush the smaller creatures on purpose. As you cross the room, some of the creatures more your size notice you; most ignore your presence, but the imps make comments on your funny looks and movements. You push on, hoping they don't follow you. As you reach the entrance to one of the side passages, you hear the music and the ruckus dying away behind you. You suddenly feel a tingling sensation again, and look down just as your hand seems to dissolve back into its original form; at least you know how long a handful of the stuff lasts, now. You run down the passage looking for anything that looks like a spark, and for a hiding place, in case someone decides to come strolling along.
Written by Dream Weaver (edited by wanderer)