(S)132. Hunt.

It was Hanoon's turn to blink.

A round, plump, and short middle aged lady with short limbs and huge boobs appeared before him with fat and flabby cheeks. Her birdnest-like hair was sticking in all direction on her red sunburnt face. All of that was stuffed in a pink short gown that had him squinting his eyes.

He barked out laughing. What a disguise.

"Good job. Now move along." He as well shifted into a refined lady clad in a beige colored gown with a fur coat draped over her shoulders, possing the sophisticated boss lady. 

Muttering some incantations, he waved his hand and a path opened in the tree. He stepped into it an disappeared, the plump and short lady waddle forward as well with a bitter look plastered on her face.

Another path opened on a similar tree in the middle of a park. It was concealed from sight where no one can see. Hanoon had came across it when they were chased by Karzus' men and marked a spot on it.