Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140119184840/@comment-11457306-20140125031438

Anwen gulped and hoped that Torene had enough magicka reserved to hold the illusory spell for long enough. She stood tall and straight and kept fear from her face.

Torene did the same, as if walking into an Orc longhouse was an everyday occurrence. Indeed she knew much of their ways from dealing with them in the Reach and her Coven held alliances with their strongholds. But they WERE perpetrating a lie--and if discovered, it would mean their deaths. She was beginning to regret the illusion, but it had seemed the easiest way to insert themselves into the stronghold and gain trust.

Her spell did not waiver. It was more difficult than the Elven illusion she had done earlier in their journey, but still an easy spell. She squared her small shoulders and walked beside Anwen, who dwarfed her.