Red turned towards the group, gloved, covered, and cloaked. “If you need to get into the Risen city without dealing with the guards, I may be able to help.”
The Wanderer raised an eyebrow and scanned over the woman before responding. “As long as it doesn’t involve any runes.” She said bluntly. “I presume that if the Risemen hate unregistered mages, they have a way of at least detecting mages if they use any runes to gain entry to their city...Am I correct?”
“They have a song they teach children to recognise the Five Evil Signs of someone casting a rune.” the Immortal recalled, and hummed a few bars of what was presumably that song before making a face. “It would be pretty embarrassing to get found out by some snotty-nosed five year old.”
“We do not need any more fights or any more weakness caused by using any runes. We need everyone at full health...We should just disguise ourselves better and walk in.” The Wanderer chuckled lightly at the plain and simple plan, but sometimes that was the best one.
“We sneak again?” the Ambassador inquired, seeming enthused by the prospect.
Solar squinted at her. “Sometimes I wonder if you’re really related to those creepy bastards we met last week.”
The Mer kicked her feet. “A little different.” she admitted evasively.
“When you say disguise.” the Wraith rumbled softly, folding his arms. “What exactly are you suggesting?”
“I expect she’s suggesting that you lose the party mask.” Immortal quipped. “Unless you want the Risemen asking why such a famous vigilante has turned up at the gates.”
Wraith’s eyes narrowed slightly behind the slits of his iron face-covering. “This is not just a mask. It is a symbol. My oath to my sacred task.”