"I'm not sure, Anastasia, and I don't want to know," Glade said slowly. When the dragon landed, Glade hopped off and watched as it was drawn back into its crystal. "I think we should start off by disguising ourselves so we won't be-" he was interrupted as a person wearing a cloak stepped out from some other nearby bushes.<br/><br/>"I think I can help you," the person said; the voice was feminine.<br/><br/>"How so?" Glade asked.<br/><br/>"With your disguises. You can have some of these Noxian cloaks," she said and handed each one of them a blood-red cloak. The one she handed Death was a bit too small for him. "Sorry," she apologized, "I don't have any cloaks your size."