"We'll coordinate your reconnaissance with our planned withdrawal. The rest of us will escort the civilians toward the fort while your team gathers intelligence."
The meeting dispersed with soldiers returning to their watch duties and rest schedules for the night defense. Qatrand sat again with her back against the cool stone wall and Elua settled beside her. With their shoulders touching, the situation they faced felt like a different world.
"I'm just gonna set up here, is that alright?"
Still needing to play the scout for believability, the illusion of the man that was supposed to be from the Whispering Winds Guild plodded over and settled on the floor. Huddling in his cloak, he quickly seemed to enter sleep. It was easy to make others believe a pile of cloth on the ground was alive, human, and real.
'People usually see what they want to believe is there, after all.'
"You've been busy this week."
