Infiltration

"I've met many, many beings. But you are the most evil of all."

"Oh shut up, will you? It's just a dress."

"Just a dress?" Baldur looked at his attire in the mirror.

His clothes were old, tattered, and riddled with finger-wide holes all around. They smelled of mud and blood. Holding a meter-long multipurpose utility bar for mining over his shoulder, he looked like one of those slave laborers.

Varian, in leather armor and pants, wiped his whip with the back of his hand and nodded. "Infiltrating and checking out the treasury without arousing much suspicion is the best way."

"Do you even know where the treasuries are? Or which one of the many treasuries contains the space gem?" Baldur gave him a weird gaze.