Brian was in shock. The knight had grown to new proportions, and was using his huge body to pin the elf to the bed. And the knight knew what he was! Brian struggled desparately to get free, but the big man's grip was too strong. Even shifting didn't help - somehow the knight maintained his hold.
After several minutes of fruitless struggle, Brian became still, and looked up into Sir Thomas' eyes, and began to cry.
"This is me, Sir Knight," Brian lied, "Arwyllen is my name, and I am a wandering bard."
The knight's eyes narrowed. He did not seem to believe Brian's untruth.
"But a doppelgänger tricked me, earlier today, and made me one of his kind," Brian continued, beginning to cry even harder, "and now I must do his bidding, whether I want to or not. It's horrible, Sir Thomas, just horrible!"