<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/04fd85f8-26e8-4c1b-ad91-4015c600383e/ddnn82s-a7766271-8f5c-46cc-bcb2-035ad27b2c54.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzA0ZmQ4NWY4LTI2ZTgtNGMxYi1hZDkxLTQwMTVjNjAwMzgzZVwvZGRubjgycy1hNzc2NjI3MS04ZjVjLTQ2Y2MtYmNiMi0wMzVhZDI3YjJjNTQuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.ph-3HwiPc0OmaLmpyoQs6J98SYlWynZCgswSaO_4QIU)</div>Darius scoffs at that point. Its true he hadn't thought of disguising the slave during transport. He wouldn't even deny that he enjoyed seeing her like that. Because he did... or he didn't care enough about it. But clearly others were making notice of it. The man had a touch of pride and wouldn't hear that out, despite his precautions. Whilst it's true he could have bought some clothing for her or just given her a spare set of his own, the damage was already done. Honestly he could hear his mentor berating him for such an obvious mistake. So he deflects her well placed argument with his own words.<strong>"Somehow I get the feeling that it wouldn't matter. More than likely you'd be standing out in a crowd... naked or not."</strong>This also led to another point.<strong>"And you were already given to me without clothes. Could have been followed from the start of our journey and it wouldn't matter..."</strong><br/><br/>However there was something he could do still. His eyes look over towards the ashes and then began to pool them over into a mortar and pestle with a touch of dirt to thicken it. He combines this with some water to cool it off completely and began mixing this altogether.<strong>"So we'll have to rectify this right now."</strong>With that said he began making what was essentially dusk white ashen face paint.<strong>"Put this on your face and forearms. If you have magic flowing in your veins we're going to make you look the part."</strong>He wagered that she would be almost unrecognizable if her skin complexion was different. As for her hair, he takes a strand of leather bindings from his glove and offers it to her.<strong>"Hair. It can be made to look different."</strong>Finally he took out his spare explorers outfit and his cloak. This would help disguise the concubine.<strong>"Might not hold up to close scrutiny but I doubt anyone will want to be near someone so obviously touched."</strong>