Sadarth

"Sadarth," Aurora said finally. "You know the spell, Invisibility, correct?"

The dark elf scoffed. "Don't insult me. Invisibility is a level two spell. I'd have to be completely incompetent not to know it." She shot a brief, yet pointed glance at Fiora.

"Good. That makes you perfect for the mission at hand. You will travel to the village and acquire clothes for the rest of us. Your magical abilities should allow you to avoid embarrassment despite your lack of attire."

Oh. Crap. Sadarth maintained her composure and gave Aurora a look full of condescension. "Invisibility is an extremely fragile spell, meat shield. Any sort of interaction with the rest of the world, such as opening a door or picking up a shirt, would cancel it, leaving me in an unenviable position."

"How about Improved Invisibility?" Fiora suggested. "That's a level four spell, but it doesn't dissipate when you do stuff."

Sadarth was going to murder that woman. There would be rivers of blood, demons unleashed, the fury of the elements as soon as they had a moment alone.

"Then use that one," Aurora said. "I'm assuming that a mage of your caliber knows that spell as well?"

Sadarth hesitated, but only for a moment. "That spell is within my capabilities." She even had it in her spell book. The spell book that she no longer had. Under normal circumstances, she could rest and prepare for any challenge, and fill her mind with spells of Invisibility, Improved Invisibility, Luck, Mental Domination, Blur, and Blindness, but without her spell book, she was severely limited.

Of course, she would die a hundred deaths before admitting it.

"Good," Aurora said. "Then I leave this in your capable hands. I trust you won't be long."

Sadarth bit back a scream and held her head high. "Of course. I'll be back before you know it."