"Well, when I'm vacation I don't make a habit of keeping anti-magic shackles handy." Galahad answered Collete, as he approached their little gathering. In one hand he held a baseball cap for a local sports team, in the other a bottle of water. Galahad had already been up for a few hours, always the early riser, and had been handling the disguise of their truck and his morning Mist-training rituals, meant to further extend and make efficient his use of Mist, chances are they'd need it in the coming days. He had traded yesterday's garments for a less blood and sweat stained, but still non-descript outfit consisting of boots, jeans, and a plain jacket. The only thing really out of place was the ornate Vangar saber at his side. He'd go about concealing it with a spell later.

"and I won't bother trying to shackle a mage with zip-ties, paracord and chains." Galahad added as he joined them on the ground with a grunt. The implication was simple- shackling WARDENs and those similar to them had little use- almost all of them were strong enough and/or knowledgeable enough, to break their way out of simple bindings, and a mage could snap chains and binds with little effort. Nothing short of anti-magic shackles, or diterium-metal restraints could really stop them.

"All the same, its probably better for all of us if no one recognizes you." he said as he pulled the cap over her dark hair. He regarded her for a moment before he shrugged and sighed. "Well, could be worse- could be better- but could be worse." For $10, it would obscure her head profile and shade her face enough to hide her from recognition at any passing glance. In a group of half dozen 20-something-year-olds, maybe she'd be harder to notice. 

Reaching across Setzer to grab at a hot dog, Galahad glanced at the small map he was regarding. He had remembered them talking about the Archives just a short moment ago. Setzer called it a boring place of books and math- and to that Galahad begrudgingly agreed. The Archives were a handy resource, but in this day and age when copies of most of their knowledge were abound and available in more forms than just book, Galahad found the Archives to be more of a tourist attraction than a place of learning. Though there [i]were[/i] some bits of information in the Archives that weren't available for general print or public- perhaps they as WARDENs could access it.

"Also, isn't there a small military guard post near the Archive?" Galahad mused "We could convince them to [i]lend[/i] us some gear, by official means or otherwise."