Jirile looked around before grabbing the hardened coffin of a sand in a size of a human body. She put it down then the sand increased more as more sand crawl to the it until it became a rectangular box that could be big enough for a chair. She placed a cloth above it to make it looked like a chair or even a bench that everyone could take a seat on.
This woman created a useful grave indeed.
She dusted off her new clothes that she got from the person or personnel which was now having her good night's sleep inside that sand that she made as her coffin. With the borrowed clothes and the face that wasn't a bit similar to her face made her disguise better and enabling her to move freely even she get caught.
But it wasn't a situation where she can just move recklessly.
She went out from the room of the personnel of the port then naturally walked like she didn't do anything at all. She walked to the room of the where the tickets are given and smiled at the man on the post.
