"Before moving out, you should wear this." Manohar gave Balkor a Skinwalker armor and several clothes typical of the Kingdom to store within it, ranging from a noble's attire to a street urchin's raggedy overall.
"Neither of us can afford to be recognized nor we can waste time changing clothes every now and then. As the two most wanted men in the Griffon Kingdom, we need to be creative." He answered Balkor's silent question.
"Do you need a ride?" Salaark asked.
"No, thanks. I'm going to make this quick." Manohar placed his hand on Balkor's shoulder, shapeshifting both of them into a couple of young maidens that anyone who knew Tista would mistake for her relatives.
"What the fuck?" The god of death's voice was now as feminine as it was full of horror.
