"Yes, it should just be simple enough to-" Alvon began to say, but the rogue interjected, "Illusions effect the mind, right? So if someone disbelieves it, your cover is blown."<br/><br/>The spellbrush cocked his head to the side, thinking, "There's... Polymorphing."<br/><br/>"What's that?" The rogue asked, arching an eyebrow.<br/><br/>"Err... The spell changes the body directly." The wizard explained, "Apart from clues from the subject's mannerisms or personality, it's undetectable short of using advanced magic. The spell 'remembers' your current state, so when it wears off, you should return to however you were when it was cast, milady."<br/><br/>"Well, good." The rogue said, looking a little relieved as he hobbled over to the closet.<br/><br/>"Let's see.." Alvon said as he tried to recall some information, "Even if I extend the spell's length, you should have about two hours until it wears off, milady."<br/><br/>The rogue opened the closet door with his spare hand, revealing the fresh corpse of a blonde man, perhaps 10 years older than Rhianna, with a few stab wounds in his gut and wearing nothing save a loincloth. "We've uh, stiched up his clothing for this job. I'll go get it." The rogue said with a cough as he limped out of the room.<br/><br/>Ren stuck out his tongue at the sight, though Alvon looked downright horrified.