New Faces, New Places

I use minor illusion to create a copy of myself. Most thieves should fall for this. I begin walking toward the lift with my illusion 30’ in front of me.

"Of course." The elf goes back to his reading. The newspaper seems quite thick, about 30 or so pages filled with upcoming theater performances, political articles, and a help wanted section.

Walking along for but a minute, the view of a larger skycoach comes into view. Standing at about 50 feet long with a lovely gold trim complemented by smooth dark wood, it's as though it was handcrafted to catch everyone's eye. "We will be leaving in 3 minutes, come aboard any and all to La velvet sail! Sharn's finest way to travel, only one gold piece!" Shouts a regal-looking human from the bow, his high quality attire and prestigious accent make him stand out among the passerby's. "We will be stopping at Tradefair followed by Skysedge Park, just in time for a romantic evening walk!" He winks at a passing couple with his last statement.

Beyond this spectacle you see a few compact and simpler looking skycoach's, meant for small groups or couples. Most of the 'captains' are reading or eating, as if waiting for the velvet sail to leave.

On the skycoach proper stands a gruff orc who moves in front of Aren, crossing his arms while blocking access. "Oh did you now? And when was that?" He says in an low intimidating voice.

"Good." He says plainly, standing aside while leering.