"heh, well that's an incentive" Ian smirked at Tahra's response to him. While she talked to some of the others that turned up he stepped up and nonchalantly rummaged around the cart's contents until he found a plain traveling cloak, throwing it over him to cover his normal clothes. By then Tahra was talking to him again "hmm, I can imagine. Still, I think I can get us a safe hideaway, though if our group is to consist of this many it might be a bit tricky. And speaking of the mage, and you for that matter, I would recommend ditching the royal garb for awhile" with that he heading around to the front of the cart and hopped up next to it's driver.

"Well I hope you don't mind if I ride up here with you. I know a road without checkpoints up ahead and a way into the city that won't give us trouble" He settled into the seat next to her, silently wondering how everyone was able to recognize who he was. Maybe it was his hair, he never really made that connection until now...he undid the cloth mask from his face and retied it as a bandana instead to cover his silvery hair "I'll just pass myself of as a hired hand if we run into anyone" he looked at her sideways and held out a hand "Ian"