Bright Ideas. Vis was never the sharpest sword on the rack, however this time he was wracking his brains to think of a solution. Then it hit him. "Yeth, I haf one idea." Vis turned around and began to rummage through his backpack until he found what he was looking for, the black poncho he took off the dead raider. He pulled it on and ducted it off from most of it's dirt and mortar dust. "I go in drethed as one off them and you'll be my prithner."

Vis didn't know whether this was a good idea or not, he rarely had them but it seemed feasible, as long as no one asked him what he was doing with a living prisoner, everything should be alright.

Meanwhile back at the tree, Khat was missing, she had gone after Vis and the shirtless man.