Brittany
*The fireball would fly past Donald as be turned the corner, camoflauging himself into a dark building to his left. This building would open up into an alley, an alley that connected the road he was in before with another road on the other side of said alley. There was trash littered throughout the place, but the heaps of trash could prove to be useful in hiding; if the debtor had a strong enough sense of smell, the odious scent from the garbage would cloud his nose, and since Donald blended in so well with the city walls, it would be unlikely that the debtor would take any further step into the alleyway. The debtor, following Donald's path, would also arrive at the entryway of the alley. He would take notice of the trash visible in the alley, taking in a whiff of the smell, then would promptly begin gagging, hunching over the sidewalk as he did. However, this was all a trap; he was faking his reaction on purpose. In fact, his sense of smell was so bad, he couldn't really smell anything at all! He would keep his eyes up as he looked forward, dropping his sword to the ground to emphasize how bad his gagging was. In reality, however, he was ready to launch a strong punch towards the first thing that moved.*
Sara
*Seeing as Donald had never went into the alleyway or turned into a corner, he just disguises himself as a silnari fisher and keep walking chillantly. Donald wonders why the man would go into the alleyway, such a place would corner his victim and he should know that no one would put themselves in such a pickle.*
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Dopplegang 80/80
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Brittany
*The man would continue this facade for... Quite a while now, actually. People with an ample sense of smell would be able to take note of his armor slowly taking on the scent of the garbage around him, consisting of rotting fish, rat shit, and decomposing food. Finally, having enough of standing around, becoming increasingly frustrated with his failed attempts at trying to lure out the man, the debtor finally went up and turned the corner just as Donald, disguised as a Silnari elf, walked out. The debtor began digging through the trash, hoping to find any evidence of Donald to no avail. Finally giving up, he turned out of the alleyway, noticing the crowd of astonished looking people staring right at him. He couldn't make it past the group; there was just too many. With this, Donald would be able to walk freely through the city now, seeing that the man was only familiar with his macen form.*
Sara
"Aight that'll do, though I am missing a piece of the costume... I don't have a fishing rod..." *Donald facepalms for a second but then decides he'll sit by the oceanside and attempt to attach the daggers to large sticks to make a makeshift fishing spear, as he had no way to buy a fishing rod or spear. Maybe he could pay off a large bit of his debt by fishing... Nah that'll take forever, he better take one of those quests, the Rose hasn't sent him a mission since he had joined.*