Radeon patted the bison's neck three times. At the third touch, its massive frame shuddered and shrank.
The bison folded in on itself until it stood at half its former size. It was still larger than any ordinary beast of burden, yet now it would pass at a glance.
He worked quickly after that. Wooden wheels were drawn from storage, beams that once cradled treasure were repurposed as axles.
Sleeves were rolled. The hem of his robes was folded up and tucked away.
When he finished with himself, Radeon stepped to Fay and adjusted her clothes the same way, careful and practiced.
When they were done, they no longer looked like cultivators bound for trouble, only traders chasing a modest profit.
Then the change came. His skin sagged and roughened. Hair thinned and receded.
Lines etched themselves deep into his face as if time had finally found him.
In a breath, Radeon wore the skin of the old Sail Knife.
Fay froze when she saw him. Her eyes shone with naked want as she stared.
