Your own clothes are still dirty, but the drow woman had done a good job picking out a fitting set of breeches and a serviceable red tunic. A bit high-brow in appearance, perhaps, but the cloth and cut are good for someone who's going to be active. Once your dressed, Sharille makes you take what you need from the pockets and cloak of your old gear, hinting that you've effectively "traded" with the drow... but then it's back to business.<br/><br/>"Alright. Well, if we can't make you "disappear," that leaves us with two options. You can come with me, and we can do this side-by-side- which means you're going to be just as open, and if anything goes wrong everyone will have seen you. Or, you can slink off through the back, and scout ahead... means I'll have to go it alone, but we can flank the bandits rather than trying to both charge them head on."<br/><br/>She shakes her head- obviously, neither option is high on her list of preferences- but looks to you.<br/><br/>"Your call, elf."