The Iron Mountain Camp

Right before they left the fort, Elder Naran stopped in his tracks, then turned to the gray-haired man. "It won't do to have us looking like this. Anything you can do about it?"

The man briefly furrowed his brow, then nodded. "I can provide us with some small protection from prying eyes," he said. "It won't fool the Iron Mountain Elders, but their adepts and Masters should not easily see through it."

He immediately set to work casting various spells on the members of their group, subtly changing the appearance of each of them. None of the changes he made were obvious, but they left the mages looking younger, just different enough not to be easily recognizable.

With some amusement, Arran noticed the man reserved the biggest effort for himself — in a matter of moments, his gray hair turned black, the lines on his face disappeared, and his jaw now looked sharper.