Leonid evaporated from where he stood with a gust of hurricane wind, one that shocked many of those who passed near us, as their hair and clothes were sharply blown in the other direction.
Though, due to the constant looming of thunderheads above, they didn't bother much about the sudden tempest beyond a casual exclaim and a muttered prediction of the coming of a particularly frigid storm tonight.
Meanwhile we, still dressed and hooded in our disguising garbs, quickly clutched a handful of mud from the ground and smeared it haphazardly across our wear, before we then swiftly made our way to the city gates, abandoning both our previous identity of novice merchants and our goods ladened wagon, instead taking on the impression of a gaggle of downtrodden vagrants, people the city guard were more than glad to see going.
