Thankfully, bandits were often the type to conceal their identities, so in their possession was a pair of old goggles and a black face mask. Zaroth intended to make full use of them. With his face now thoroughly covered, no one would be able to recognize him.
Then for the attire, he removed his robes and stored them in Nightshade's shadow. No one had seen Torin's leather armor so it will not be linked back to him.
Just to be sure, Zaroth summoned Luna to see if there were any gaps in his disguise. "Looks good to me," she exclaimed.
Stretching his hands behind his back, Zaroth smiled, "Then I am ready."
Stopping before his new "slave", he picked him up and threw him to his feet. The bandit had been awake for some time but wasn't moving, acting like he was still passed out.
"Move it!" Zaroth commanded, taking a few steps towards the man.
