[center][h1][color=f7941d]Apepi I, Caster of Black[/color][/h1][/center]
[hr]
As much as she reminded herself to grin and bear it, this careless and happy-go-lucky behavior of her Master was more than worrying. And there was this distinct feeling that this was not something that'd change from night to morning, so the only thing that could be done at the moment was to divert this energy into more productive matters. The lack of knowledge of magecraft, though, would be difficult to surmount. Once Emily returned with that tea, Caster stopped her work for a moment to take a cup for herself and give her Master attention. [color=tan]"Going into the specifics, these cloaks are Mystic Codes tailored to grant its wearer Protection from the Wind and conceal one's presence within the sands to cast away hostile eyes"[/color]. She let the words hang in the air for a few moments to take a sip of tea. [color=tan]"It's a kind of cloak fashioned for safety when travelling through the desert. Very specifix, I know, but it's better to be safe than sure"[/color].

For how much she had been talking, Apepi had downed the entirety of the tea in a few moments to return to work. There were a total of fourteen cloaks made, all of a light brown cloth with black trimmings around its borders. Golden hieroglyphics decorated these borders, the words formed from the magic infused within the fabric and giving a very faint glow that'd make it look like they were sewn with aurum threads. [color=tan]"All that you need to know now, Master, is that these may be pretty useful later on. I didn't outlast that dumb hunk of Seqenenre and his son for nothing. If we want to win the war, we've gotta be prepared. Say, Master..."[/color] Apepi turned around to once again address her Master. [Color=tan]"... Have you already gotten to known the other Masters of our group? I've barely gotten a glimpse of anyone else yet. If you see anyone from our faction, tell them I've got something for them. I'll start working on a surveillance network to deploy around town during the day. After all, a Magus won't make any offensive movements during the day if we tread carefully. Oh, and thanks for the tea. It was lovely."[/color]