"Your suggestions have proven valuable before. I trust your judgement."

”I’d like to go by Mr. Blue if we’re going to give ourselves color-coded nicknames.”

"Alright, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Blue!" Caspian says with a bright smile, that seems altogether out of place given that they are talking about committing a major crime. "Fox can be my codename if that's alright with everyone." Caspian lifts the bowl to his lips and finishes the last of his soup in a surprisingly quick amount of time, "Angiro, this is fantastic! I haven't eaten a good hot meal like this in a long while! Thank you!" 

"There's more where that came from. I'm happy you all are enjoying the meal." I chuckle as I pick up empty plates. "And you guys can call me Mr. Black." I make sure to get a plate for myself after everyone has at least a serving. I sit down with the others.

"Statment: This unit thanks Mr. Black for the organic food but this unit doesn't need it. Afirmation: This unit would like to be refered with the codename Red, if the platoon will use colors. Question: Should this unit go and buy another mask?. Fact: This unit is quite noticable as it is. This unit doubts that a mask would conceal his form"

“We’ll need more than a mask, if we’re to conceal you. Something that would cover the body, like a cloak or something. Maybe I can get you something like that, since I need to get a mask for myself anyway.”

"How about some paint?" Eleven asks, taking an interest in the warforged's dilemma. "I could paint you up good. I'm a great painter."

"So looks like some of us are using colors while others are not. I think that's a good idea. I'll go with Night for my nickname."

“Statement: This unit will appreciate the help in concealment. This unit is not designed for covert operations.” 

"I think I'll stick with Weasel, don't think it'll arouse much anyway."

(If we're all set to move on to the following day...)

Date: Zarantyr 2, 998 YK

Sharn, the glimmering jewel on the Southern Coast, filled with potential and dreams of many. The world is on the verge of change, and the towering metropolis is the centrepiece of this change.

The group wakes up (or reactivates for those warforged out there) to another  day in the dark depths of Lower Dura. People are going about their business on this busy day, while in a small storehouse, twelve people begin to prepare for that evening.

(OOC: Those who have things they need to pick up, they can collect them in good time before the heist. Is there anything else people want to do before the heist goes underway?)

Carrick will head out and buy a mask for himself and a cloak for the Warforged. 

 Feel free to spend a couple of sp on the mask and cloak.

Carrick will spend 8 SP on a featureless blue mask and a cloak that he hopes is large enough to cover a Warforged. 

To point out, it will still be obvious that it is a warforged beneath the cloak. They have a very angular and large frame (especially the juggernaut models), but will assist in obscuring certain features.

Daejor will assume the form of an elderly male gnome for the day, the one that sells baubles from a stall not too far from here. It will also check in with Leej, its familiar, to ensure all is on schedule with Biff and Charl.

(Gnome would be difficult for a changeling, as it is a different size category to imitate. Perhaps a dwarf would be more suitable, but regardless you can assume a form and probably get a change of clothes appropriate.)

Daejor spends the day assuming the role of a peddlar of trinkets (feel free to make the Deception check with advantage to assume this persona) while sending Leej off to work on tracking Biff and Charl.

Kerthak will pay Carrick 4 sp for the cloak.He will erase the red painted straps on his shoulder and is ready.

@Eleven

 Any more requests before skipping to the evening? (Pre-casting buffs, buying any further services, etc.)