Saithe pulled a black curtain from the wall and threw it over mark, drawing a dagger and slashing a couple of eye holes for mark's benefit.  "There, now your Kram Epytotorp, infamous wizard of evil.  Have someone prestidigitate the emerald claw emblem on your robe, tie it off with ropes, and nobody will ever now you're not just a particularly low budget warlock."  Saithe explained, leaning against the wall.  "Anybody else need help with your disguise?"