[center][color=c4df9b][u]Dareen Kahina[/u][/color][/center] 
[center][i]outskirts of the village[/i][/center]

	Dareen sighed, covering her eyes with the palm of her hand, crossing her other arm across herself. [color=c4df9b]"Demure and docile. That's me, no doubt about it."[/color] She said sarcastically. Obviously the Pruul was in no position to deny this plan, even if she wanted too. Though while she was trying to assign some kind of hierarchy to the group it was seemingly difficult to do so. So she would just go along with it for now- besides, it wouldn't be that bad. [color=c4df9b]"All right, Jandar. We could be...land owners or something. Pretty sure people just get money from owning land, right? At some point the money just starts appearing in rich people's laps."[/color]

	Looking over at Denvar, and Bellinar, Dareen shook her head.[color=c4df9b] "Woah hold on a minute, call the whole thing off. If the dress is out of date, I can't do it. Can't you tell I am a...fashion...queen?"[/color] She trailed off, failing to find the right word. She gestured down at her dark brown tunic under a vest, with straps and holsters for travelling supplies and weapons dangling off every which way. She chuckled without smiling. Vanishing her weapons into thin air she threw up her arms and shrugged.

	[color=c4df9b]"Well, if I'm doing this, I guess I need the dress. I've never put one on before so, you know, I might fuck it up. And am I hiding my tattoos somehow or are we just hoping no one asks? I heard someting about make up?" [/color] As she spoke, Dareen pre-emptively began to prepare to change clothes. For the first time since she's been with the group the woman removed the scarf and hood around her neck and head, revealing her short black hair underneath. It was very [hider=tightly braided]
[img]https://imgur.com/5O9T6WO.jpg[/img][/hider] in a diagonal circle around her head, and were it at it's full length would come down to her chin, at most. 

	[color=c4df9b]"Oh, yeah, also, not exactly the long flowing locks kind of person. Hope that's not an issue."[/color] She pointed jeeringly at her head, balling up her head apparel and holding it up a little. [color=c4df9b]"Should I keep the hood on? What would be more suspicious, my hair or a hood?"[/color]  Shrugging with pseudo-exasperation, Dareen was trying to co-operate but it was clear that she was out of her depth when it came to this kind of thing. Faeril was right in the way that she had seen women like this before, but it was a whole other thing to actually pretend to be one. Maybe Dareen was worried there some kind of secret password that would immediately out her as a fake. And being discovered as a fake rich woman would probably be one of the most humiliating experiences in her life, had she not already had all her secrets laid bare infront of Faeril a week or so ago. But no one said she needed to have a new number two spot already. Darkness forbid she actually have to fight someone in a dress.