Don't ask where the Inquisition got Venatori robes, save that the answer lies somewhere between an enterprising costume department and graverobbery. The details don't matter. They look real.

Whether Benedict does is another matter. Isaac steps back to slant a critical eye. They aren't far from the border now, and dodging the passing glances of patrols is shortly to become a matter of greater scrutiny. His own, dull uniform itches (a footsoldier, a medic, no mage at all).

"Are you certain that you're up for this?"

Benedict's by far the best accent among them — real as it is — and if he can do the talking, the rest will get away with a deal more uneasy looks and signs against evil. Stoic, the Anders are. Pious. And blessedly gloved against the sand.

The agent they've picked up between here and there busies himself looking faintly surly. Don't ask where that favour was called in from, either.