Found:
As it turns out, red looks quite good on me. It must be the dark skin. Flowing robes, however, do not. I feel shapeless and claustrophobic, especially with the veil I've had to adopt. It all serves a purpose however. They can't accurately identify my features or figure, it's in keeping with Khandish traditional wear - at least in some parts of that country - and adds to the overall disguise.
It's worked, more or less. I'm in, at least.
I've been granted a tent of my own whilst they confer and been told that I should be led to one of their higher-ups come morning. The story I gave, that one of the masks had made its way to my "master" in Khand had prompted him to send me here for information about their origins, uses and so on, appears to be going over well enough, though they seem a little put out that their prizes are now so far flung.
Regardless, I need to remain on my guard at all times. Keep up the act. Keep up the accent. Pretend for all I'm worth that I'm a subservient lesser wife sent to learn on behalf of her sorcerer husband. Ugh. I feel dirty just thinking about it. Still, any break in the performance, any slight discrepancy in the story or my mannerisms, may well result in further suspicions cast my way. They're already suspicious enough as it is.
Play the part, Silver. Get out alive.
