Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161229041106/@comment-25073873-20161229124809

"I'm not an Imperial, or I wouldn't take out five of them. But I have someone I am looking for, and I mistook you for that someone. If you can help me find that someone, or if you know about that someone, I'll let you off. But if you call the Imperials, I can let you raise the alarm. This cheeky boy here is getting chased by five of them, so I do not think they would be too happy finding you harboring your brother, who is a fugitive" noted Aeorin to the Tailor, not lowering his sword despite the weight increase.\

"Who I am is unimportant, girl. All you need to know is that you are in a deep predicament, and I do not save people. I know at least one of you here is a power user, and can manipulate masses. But that won't save you if I attack, or if a lot of Imperials barge in.

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Emilia sighed as she took out a runed slip of paper, and pasted it on the wall, activating it with a simple handsign. It erased magic from inside the cubicle, to make sure the clothes were clean of any sort of enchantment. She decided to slip on the dress, and guestured for Elisa to change as well.