Sarah shrugged into one of the robes—she couldn’t see any of them, couldn’t guess at how they might really look. But considering the situation she’d be using them in, that probably didn’t matter. “Make my… you think I’m going to have to convince them?” she asked, tugging a little on the cloth. It smelled a little musty, but considering where they were Sarah thought of that as a small price to pay. “I’m really just a messenger…”