Rhylen dug through an old wooden chest and pulled out two worn, torn pieces of clothing with hoods.
"Here. Wear these," he said, tossing them to Lara and Kael.
Kael stared at the ragged fabric. "You've got to be joking."
Rhylen didn't flinch. "I'm serious. Dress like slaves, and no one will notice you. They won't even think twice."
Lara picked up the tattered garment, holding it at arm's length as if it were a snake. She smiled, glancing at Rhylen.
"Charmed," she said.
"Remind me again why you are trusting me," Rhylen asked.
Lara shrugged, pulling the hood over her head and letting the rough fabric drape over her shoulders.
"Good question," Kael said glancing at Lara.
"Because we don't really have a choice, do we?" she said with a faint smirk. "Besides… you're the only one who knows how to get us there."
Rhylen raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but didn't argue. "Lucky for you then," he muttered, tossing a wary glance at Kael.
