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Mal shows the contents of the box to the smarter members of the group (i.e., everyone else). "Do you think we have enough to bring back to the village to show there's something foul going on down here? I may not know much beyond the streets, but I know that whoever was in charge of the camp up there and the digging down here is up to no good."

Krikoris shrugs, "Probably? You would know the people here better than I. But we still need to find a way out that isn't through a small camped army."

"I think that none of us are in much of a stat to explore further... I think this will have to do regardless. And as Krikoris says, we still need to get past the guards."

Gajesh hisses as he moves to pat out the flames that engulfed him, moving to hunker down and look around like a cornered animal.

( Extraction plans?)

Mal has been sitting against a stone wall, softly banging the back of his head against the cold rock. He stops, stands slowly, and says "We need to go back the way we came and look for some sort of disguises. Robes, uniforms, anything. It doesn't need to hold up to much scrutiny, but I've learned from experience that if you walk around like you own the place, people generally let you be. It's when you start skulking that people start to notice. Once we are properly disguised, we make our way up and out, and then if we need to we can make a run for it, but we should have a head start, at least."

Krikoris shrugs, "Ok, then, we can give it a try, I guess."

"I can change my form in order to better aid in our exit. It is more difficult for me to hide as you do with my different features." Gajesh says as he lashes his tail about to show what he meant.

( You recall the ancient robes found in the temple preparation room.......but those are very fragile and fairly distinctive.  You could probably cobble together some disguises from the clothing of the mercenarys you slaughtered and their two victims....though theres a fair bit of blood on most of them..)

Mal says "I can sneak back and gather some clothes that might be useful - why don't you all wait here, and I'll go get the things. First sign of trouble, I'm running back here."

If the group agrees to wait, Mal will stealth back to get the bloody clothes. Stealth: 8

Krikoris shrugs and nods and settles in to wait.

10 minutes pass and Mal returns quietly with the clothing gathered from the dead mercenaries and their two young victims.  Rushdi recognises the Tullavu family symbol on some of the non-military items, the merchant family are regular attendees at the Shrine.

Pretty sure Rushdi is unconscious

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Pretty sure Rushdi is unconscious

( I think we can assume they've been roused by now and the rest haven't just left them to die.  :)   NB.  the original roll displayed was incorrect because of a glitch and was a massive amount of damage that resolved back to the correct amount when I refreshed the post. )

Gajesh waits as Mal goes off, keeping guard  incase anything else tries to attack them in the meantime.

Mal hands out the clothes, trying to judge size as best he can. "Here, let's try these on and start making our way out."

Cinta starts getting undressed, "Some privacy!"

Uce holds his hands over his eyes, trying not to get a peek. "Gotta be respectful, ya." 

Mal grew up on the streets and has no compunction about disrobing in front of others, but he does avert his eyes at Cinta's request. He dresses in one of the noble family outfits, trying not to think of their previous owner. 

When Cinta finishes, she attempts to hide the prosthetic in her robe but still attached to her.

"Hopefully this will work."