It Only Pours...

The rain was still beating down... Harder... Small puddles were collecting in his Chapeau. Alistair grimaced as it finally dawned upon him that life hated his existence.



"You know... I have this nasty suspicion that somewhere, some greater being really has it in for me" He shook his head, the water cascaded from his hat and splashed against the stones below.
"Now... Methink I need a diversion to get in there"

There were still heavily armored guards by the Auction House, all of them showing no sign of moving any time soon. Due to the increased number of people arriving for the festival, the president had spared no expense in stepping up security.

Alistair stroked his sodden beard... Raindrops fell from it... There must be some way... Some easy method of breaking through and getting to the auction counter... In the square he could see hundreds just milling around... People in armor...Mages wearing hooded robes... It was this last one that made him pause for thought...

"A disguise..." A small grin appeared on his face... If he was diguised as someone else... Then they'd have no choice but to let him through.
He needed something subtle... Something which they wouldnt ask too many questions... A mage would be ok... But people had that nasty habit of talking with you...

He shuddered... "Something easy... But convincing..."

His eyes scanned the crowd... But finally fell upon the festival moogle...

"Perfect..." He watched the moogles fluffy bobble bounce as he joined in the festivities... "That's what i need"