"Oh my poor man," Ashe shakes her head. "I don't think you understand. We may have defeated you, but it was only barely, my sweet. I would like to leave this ship in ruins so that our power was so sure that they believe there was no way you could have stopped us..." She offers him a sad smile, "but if you would like us to leave immediately, then I will do at least that much for you."

Over this time, Goran has pulled the ship into I’lar’s airspace. Unsurprisingly, no one seems to hassle a Nomad Corps. ship as it flies in. From the sky, you can see that the streets of I’lar are still fairly emptied after the assassination, which is a stark contrast from the life that had consumed the city just a few hours beforehand. Goran calls back to the three of you, “We’re coming up on the inspection, after that, we dock. So any of you actually have a plan to not be captured by the same people that saw you just a few hours ago? It’s not like people didn’t clearly see your faces, and I don’t think that they’ll be especially forgiving to the people that assassinated their new governor. Of course, that’s not to say that I wouldn’t love to throw you all back behind bars.”

"If I tell you all of our plans it'll ruin the fun when you come looking for us right?" Dahme'dre keeps an air of confidence, but to Alijurn and Ashe, He's right of course, I don't have an effective disguise, and we don't seem the sort to blend in. We do have the benefit that everyone knows the assassins were captured and taken off world, but that benefit will only last a short time. Once the ship has landed she'll lock up the prisoners and place the key well out of reach hanging on a hook of ice drawn from a glass using Shape Water. As she steps up to the door ready to leave the ship behind she'll pull her hood up on her cloak to obscure her features.

(He's right, I should have taken disguise self.)

So, before then, Goran pointed out that you are actually coming up on the city check-point. You remember when you originally came into I’lar, the city guard will look over the ship and check inside before allowing you to pass.

((I'm outta plans. Time for battle then! Dahme'dre starts blasting before anyone sees what's coming! Or I'll just throw the ball to Alijurn or Ashe...))

((Side note: "no one seems to hassle a Nomad Corps. ship" do they not hassle bakery ships either? ... Quick somone get the inspectors some donuts!))

OOC: Haha, now you’re thinking! Though, keeping covered in a hood could certainly help.

"The way I see it is we have no way of getting in unnoticed. Best chance is to, I hate to say it, lie to the government officials. Only for the sake of clearing our names, of course." The frustration in Alijurns face is clearly visible. "I can't do much for subterfuge, but I can manipulate the energy flows in one of your bodies so that you.. well.. seem more charismatic to others I suppose you could say." The dragonborn scratches his neck. "My chain mail don't exactly have a hood to pull up, unfortunately."

"Erik, I'm going to have to take your mask." 

The man just sighs and shakes his shackles as if to say, “Well not much I can do about it, now can I?” However, does not protest.

Dahme'dre's spectral hand collects the mask and brings it over to Alijurn "Here's something even better." She hands the mask to Alijurn and smiles at Erik. "You're very handsome, you know." 

As you remove his mask, you can actually now get a good look at what he looks like. He is a fair-skinned human male, likely in his early twenties. He has somewhat sharp features which are framed by light scruff and ruffled blonde hair. He arches an eyebrow, grasping after the hours of flying with you all that you probably won’t be killing him, “Do you say that to every man in handcuffs that you rob? Or am I special?”

 "You're special... You have the distinction of having been robbed by me."

Alijurn puts on the mask that is handed to him. "Does it fit? I'm not sure it fits properly." 

As you put on the mask, it conforms to fit your draconic features. As you do, a pressure seems to rest just behind you, a presence of sorts. It feels strange and unnaturally arcane... Aside from that, the mask seems relatively normal and downright stylish.

Ashe replies to Dee, I'm able to alter my appearance. I've begun to think maybe I should assume the form one of these two. Perhaps that gentleman we spoke to who kept asking us for the papers, ahaha.

Goran calls back over, “Do not!” Erik nods, “Yeah, listen, could you not? I’d really appreciate it...” Neither seem too enthusiastic with the idea of being impersonated by someone they believe to be a maybe-assassin.

Dahme'dre will take another mask if she can find one, or Goran's if not, and stow it in her things. It might help with convincing, but she found her own face was very good at that on it's own.

Goran, like Erik, can’t really resist you removing his mask. Beneath it, you can see Goran’s face. He seems to be a muscular tan-skined hobgoblin with pushed back red hair and thick red sideburns. He seems rugged in his own right, based on hobgoblin standards.

The ship docks into the inspection landing. There seems to be roughly three of these intermediary zones, wherein several ships land, open the ship for inspection, and take off once more into the city. However, you note that there aren’t any ships leaving the city at the moment, and only the occasional ship seems to be leaving. Two city guard step up to windscreen of the ship and signal for Goran (assuming he’s still piloting) to open the doors. What’s the plan?

Ashe assumes the face, body, and voice of Lady Bixsnow. She creates a necklace that appears golden featuring the symbol of (insert religion here) and wears it around her neck using prestidigitation. If that isn't allowed, she will simply turn her staff gold using that same spell.

Thankfully, Ashe has practice treating others like the dirt beneath her heels. She narrows her eyes, pulls her lips back into a smug frown, and looks down at everyone as she tips her chin upward.