The tension on the rooftop eased slightly as the group realized Raze didn't intend to lead them on a suicidal frontal assault. When they saw him pull out the mask, a flicker of recognition crossed their faces; it was an item they had struggled against in the past, a tool of deception that had caused them no small amount of trouble.
As the mask touched Raze's skin, his entire physical form began to react. It was a visceral, unsettling process. His bones seemed to shift and restructure themselves, his frame shrinking down slightly to a more slender build. His facial features melted and reformed with fluid precision until, finally, the transformation was complete. Standing before them was someone else entirely.
"Wait, isn't that Natty?" Kelly asked, her eyes wide as she examined the figure. "The mage from the Noble Guild... the one you killed during the skirmish?"
