"It's really not that bad..." Isara insisted. "Look on the bright side, no one will even suspect that it's you!"
"Yeah, and they'll also treat me like a kid." Alfred sighed. "But we have a bigger problem - my armour."
"What's wrong with it?"
"It's a custom set made by the Order's smith specifically for me, even if they won't recognise my face, they'll immediately associate it with me."
"Does it have a magical signature or something else like that?" Calen questioned.
"No, but the design is one of a kind, and it has the Order's sigil in a few places."
"Then it's not a problem - a simple illusion spell will be enough to trick everyone. Give me one of your pauldrons and I'll get it done in five minutes."
Just like he promised, a few moments later Alfred was standing in a completely different, and remarkably bland, set of armour.
"Now no one will recognise you - unless the mask runs out of power I guess."
"It can stop working?!" Alfred looked alarmed.
