Mugged For Disguise
“I don’t think this is going to work.” Vellden grumbled. Winter sighed. He had lost count of the complaints.
“Do you have a better plan or would you rather be burning down an armoursmith’s shop?” Winter tapped his foot.
“Those clothes are never going to fit us. What are we going to do for the Missus or Rox?” Vellden tried not to look at the Form. Humans always found energy beings hard to process with their fat brains.
“This magic needs something to adhere to. I can’t alter something that isn’t present and the closer it is the easier it is to alter.” Beau projected the idea of a shrug to accompany the idea of the word he was communicating. “Would you prefer I alter your clothes and be less effective should there be a need to get you all out or would you like me to spend less effort on your fashion choices and more on making sure that you don’t make your escape to find yourself bisected by a tree?”
“Okay, fine. I get it. One set of disguises coming up.” Vellden waited as patiently as he could manage for a pair of guards to come by. Right on cue Missus I went skittering past them into a hole in the castle architecture. A pair of guards were hot on her trail. Vellden reached around the corner and dragged one back. Winter put a rag with some concoction on it over the mouth of the other. “You’ll have to teach me how to make that stuff.”
“I doubt it’s something you could learn.” Winter was already striping the armour from the guard. “Do you think this would fit you better?”
“Yes. Yes I do.” Vellden swapped bodies. “Is this guy dead?”
“No. Why? Is yours?” Winter was already suiting up, with Beau’s assistance.
“No? I don’t think so. Pretty sure.” Vellden kicked the unconscious man in the ribs. He moaned. “He’s alive.”
“We don’t want to get caught.” Winter paused. “Would you kindly put your human strength to use and crush their throats?”
“Oh! Okay then.” Vellden raised his foot and stomped hard. “Let’s go.”
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