Getting into Disguise

"I am going to step away and remove my armor. I will be too recognizable for what I am."

Katya heard Sir Simon's words echo in her tired mind. She watched him go off into the brush, and when she realized what he was doing and why, she thought it wise to do the same thing herself. She got off of Striker, then took off her helmet, gloves, greaves, and she struggled to get off her surcoat and hauberk. Had she gone in as a caravan guard, the armor would have been part of her disguise, but now, it would just look suspicious. Now wearing nothing but a thin tunic, trousers, boots, (and undergarments), Katya waited for Sir Simon to return.

When he did, Katya sae him bearing his own heavy load of armor, Katya waited for him to pack up his stuff before asking, "Do you have any space for my gear as well?"

Katya then caught another whiff of the pleasant smells coming from the Inn, and she asked, "Also, would you like to grab a meal from this establishment while we are here?"