Titor was heading to the Silver Bazaar to pick up a shipment of some rare alchemic ingredients which he theorized could be combined to make something on the scale of mass cloaking, which could be useful for the situation at hand. Of course, it was extremely theoretical, and even if it had worked might have been a bit too unstable to actually use on a living creature. Nonetheless, at this point, it seemed like something that might be able to help.
He was in disguise, wearing a dark grey cloak with red trimmings around the fringes. The hood was up, leaving only his face visible to close observers. He approached the merchant whom he was supposed to meet, extending out a rather hefty bag of gil over to the merchant after inspecting some of the goods.
He was in disguise, wearing a dark grey cloak with red trimmings around the fringes. The hood was up, leaving only his face visible to close observers. He approached the merchant whom he was supposed to meet, extending out a rather hefty bag of gil over to the merchant after inspecting some of the goods.
