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The last time Glennifar had fought a single black dragon alone, he defeated it soundly with a single spell. But that was a long time ago and it was definately not going to happen this time. In fact, he had almost forgoten what it was like to fear for his safety around such creatures.

Remembering again, just how how fully vulnerable he still was, Glennifar decides to try to sprint behind a sturdy looking tree (or wagon). One that he hopes will be out of reach of the dragons breath attack or at least save him from taking the full brunt of such an attack should the worst happen.

"It really is not cowardice," he tries to convince himself, "I simply cannot afford to die. Too much is at stake. I've never been this close to defeating the Orange. I cannot not allow myself the luxury of dying because of some foolish random encouinter with some ridiculous dragon.

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Basically, he is just running at max speed away from the dragon hoping that the others will be enough of a distraction for the moment. He will later try to cast another MM, but not until he's at a safe distance, but no more than 100 feet for obvious spell casting reasons. Up to you if he can do both things in one round or not.

Glennifar is an Elf, but you'd hardly know it to look at him. At 5' 9" he is taller than most elves but seems even taller from under a large wizard's hat. His long, flowing, white hair is out matched only by his long flowing green and gray robes. He appears to be, in all respects, a typically wizened mage.