Marcellus turned away from the situation with Fossil, convinced that nothing bad but something extraordinarily stupid was about to happen. He listened to the wind nymph, Danni. An odd person to be sure; but no less interesting for it. He dug around in his cloak pockets, looking for any sort of clothing. Poison, calipers, an uncut ruby, a silk scarf, coffee beans, rope, a deck of cards, a wooden spoon... aha. Marcellus produced a tightly bound parcel of cloth and threw it to the nymph. "The name's Crow. Here's a change of clothes; its a bit light, but it should be sufficient. Return it in one piece and we'll get along just fine." He'd stolen that uniform for a job posing as foreman in a slave mine to make contact with a former resistance leader; with the badge and emblems tailored off, it would look like standard street clothing to the undiscerning eye.