"Arjuf has always been a martial nation. My people have nothing to fear from reprisals. However, they may be caught off guard by the king's troops, as I have not ordered the news of my attempted assassination disseminated."

He picked up a bottle and downed it in one gulp. As he burped, a small fireball belched from his mouth.

"I suppose I could be the strongman if we were to be in a circus. Kal could be the acrobat, but I fear I may be too distinctive."

"Well if you would stop beltching fireballs..." Damion trails off then chuckles.

"My province has been fairly uneventful." Cecilia commented, "Although nothing much happens in a land where everyone just stays inside big cathedrals all day." Then she nodded to the others, "And the circus troupe sounds like a good idea." Her fingers drummed on the table as she tried to think of what she could do in their circus troupe, she had only seen one a long time ago when she was very little, "What are other common things to see in a circus that I could be? I'm afraid it's been too long since I've seen one."

She thought for a moment, "And perhaps it would be wise for some of us to do something that is not quite expected of us. The king knows us very well, and no matter how well disguised we are, if he is expecting that we might show up, and then a circus troupe arrives with the exact same number of people, and, say, I started entertaining people by shooting my arrows, he might put two and two together." Cecilia pointed out.

"Then we can try and mix up our own abilities, in order to throw out supicions. And is there any fish?"

"I'll teach you to juggle cathedral girl if you'll teach me to shoot a bow." Damion smiles, feeling secure in the safe-house he allows himself to truly unwind. Something he hasn't done in years.

"Sviet has been doing very well." Alexander said, taking a long drink of his wine. "When a nation has one focus bringing it together, it is very cohesive."

"I must admit that in my youth I often wished to be a mighty lion tamer. I'm afraid we're a bit short on lions however....."

"Lions?" Adin said. "I may be able to help there. A few lions live in the prairies near the borders of Nede. In fact I know a lion tamer who may be able to help us. That could be the other way of disguising ourselves. We could change our number by taking on extra performers until we get to the city."

"Nede is an uneventful province. It makes a good haven, since only those skilled in survival can travel alone there. Even during the war, only a few villages were raided, none of the ones in the deep desert. If we ever need someplace to hide, it would be almost as good as here."

Rejoining the conversation Suiton said "I might be the best one to go into the city alone if we are splitting up, I am the most inconspicous. Since I don't carry any visible weapons or look any way dangerous. I could pretend to be someone coming in from my province to trade fish for other goods or something similar." Looking thoughtful he added

"My providence would also be a good place to hide, since their is only one set city and even that floats around some. It would be almost impossible for anyone to find us in the tangle of fast moving rivers. Plus if anyone did find it us it would be fairly simple for me to stop their boat and speed us along."

"I'm also good with any animal, it is something the Envoy must know." he calmly said."But then the only way I could really help any of you with thaat would be to bind one to you, and they are annoying to have around." he says smiling. Forte growles at him and says Bastard "HaHa besides you of course," he says"its mostly a combatibility thing to see how well you two are, plus they are quite usefull if we are caught because they cannot die unless we do." He then adds "But dont think they cannot be harmed every ingury they get they keep until healed and everything they feel you do, but I am getting ahead of myself and fake magic is pretty easy to learn, though it does matter on how smart you are." he emphasizes the word if only to cancel some of his commrads out."

Thomas smiled. He liked where the conversation was going.

"Yeah, Kal and I can have an acrobatic stunt show. I'll be flipping around in the air, and he'll cover the ground stuff."

Thomas and Kal raised their bottles into the air, clinked them together, and drank deeply. He sighed, and rubbed his chin.

"Aironas has been doing quite well. I don't worry about invasions too much. It's mostly plains, so they can see enemies coming from quite a distance. Plus, they've learned to flee into the mountains, taking the birds with them."

Thomas reached over and picked up one of the bottles of disguising potion.

"Hmmm... Let's see what this does."

Thomas popped off the top, and took a sip. Slowly, he began to change. His original shaggy blonde hair became long and black. His icy blue eyes turned brown, and his white skin became a bronzen tint. The only thing that didn't change, however, was the scar over his right eye. He rubbed at it slightly, remembering the moment he got it.

"It seems that your potions are imperfect. It will have to do. I've changed enough for my purposes."