[centre][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/34957/posts/ooc?page=1#post-1036634]Abida Qisaf[/url]
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With no other changes to the plan brought forward, the group had made their way to the inn for Mikan's proposed clothing arrangements. Gathered together in one of the rooms, Abida leaned against the door, keeping an eye on the window. On an assassination mission, she was finding herself more and more wary of themselves being a target of another. She could feel the footsteps of people passing by in the hall outside through the door, but none stopped outside.

"You mentioned a change of clothes," Abida said, idly plucking at the high collar of her own dark brown surcoat. "Was there some shared uniformity you had in mind?" Hopefully the woman did not intend to dress them all in sparse and revealing affairs. The selkie had knives to conceal, and Abida herself would be hard pressed to pull off a pleasure slave with a greatsword slung over her back. A slave guard would be far easier to manage.