Vesanior steadied himself as he walked down the stairs, trying to imitate the gait of a fully armored knight. Illusions did a lot for appearances, but if you tried something truly ridiculous, like disguising yourself as a being much bigger or smaller than you, the illusion would either be very ineffective, or [i]very[/i] draining on one's reserves of magic. So Vesanior imitated the knight in every way he could, the illusion he had cast would require less energy the less there was to fake.

[i]Make yourself appear to be weighed down.[/i] He thought of all the moments he'd been encumbered by heavy bags of stolen loot during his early years as a thief. He cracked a grin, but it remained unseen by the rest of the party due to both his helmet's partial coverage of his face, and the position he'd taken at the back of the group. Still he attempted to maintain a knight-like demeanor, even when unwatched by the others. A good actor acts, but a better actor can [i]become[/i]. [i]No, this isn't right. A true knight would be weighed down but he'd be strong enough to push back up.[/i] He stopped slouching and finally balanced the imaginary weight of the armor with faked strength. Comfortable that he had adopted a realistic enough composure, he settled into an easy pace.

[i]Afraid of the unknown?[/i] He'd almost chuckled. [i]On the contrary, Mister Emperor, the unknown only offers wonders to me. If anything, it should be afraid of us. Once we see it, it is no longer unknown. We adventurers are the unmakers of the unknown.[/i] Finally, the seemingly endless descent abruptly stopped at a brightly lit room. Vesanior did not even try to locate the source of the light, he just assumed it was obviously magic. The Emperor lead them through the Hall of Dramoria. [i]Boring,[/i] Vesanior thought. [i]The gardens existed long before your foolish empire, and will exist when it is dust. I, myself, have lived through many of these events on your walls.[/i] Still, he pretended to be as fascinated by the murals as all the others. 

When they came to three frightening golem-like creatures he was hardly surprised. One would suspect the most secret parts of the Hall to be guarded. After all, there was really nothing out here to steal, unless you could take the murals from the walls. [i]Oh, I could probably find a way.[/i] He peered at the statues, looking at the magic in them to find out what they really were. Before he could get a good look, the robed figure snapped it's head in his direction, as if sensing Vesanior's gaze. Vesanior instantly stopped using his true Sight. The  statue turned it's head back to Janus just as he pulled out an amulet. The statues then began to open the door. As Vesanior passed by the robed one, he stared suspiciously but the statue payed him no mind. The chamber they entered was truly more than what Vesanior had expected. So many artifacts! So many things that he could [i]steal[/i]... if only he had a death wish. Finally, he could not contain himself. In a tone of childish wonder unfitting for the Orc he was impersonating, he asked "What in any Hell is [i]that[/i]!", pointing up at a huge skeleton hanging from the ceiling.