Teldin and CassaRoc exchanged a glance, CassaRoc rolled his eyes at Emil and said softly, 'Don't ask.'
Teldin continued. 'I'll go out in the first group, with you, CassaRoc. A larger group will follow, tightly protecting someone in the middle, someone with my build. Chaladar can lead them, and maybe make those who are watching us believe that I'm with them. Perhaps a little subterfuge will confuse them.
'The neogi aren't that smart,' CassaRoc said.
Teldin adjusted his cloak, now a duplicate of Emil's brown, plaid cloak, around his neck and wondered if he looked as ugly as he felt. He turned to Cwelanas. 'How do I look?' he asked.
Cwelanas smiled softly. 'It might work, Teldin. You better stay low, though. Even with your cloak concealed, its magic can still be detected.'
'Rest assured,' Chaladar said, 'the scum will be out looking for you.'
CassaRoc said, 'Cwelanas, go on ahead. Let my boys in the Tower of Thought know we're coming. They'll be ready for us.'
Cwelanas nodded sharply and faced Teldin again. She kissed his cheek. Across the room, Emil blushed. 'Be careful,' Cwelanas said, and she hurried out the door.
Mostias murmured to CassaRoc, 'Now, about that tab… '
Cwelanas reported as she had been told, and the first group from the centaur tower, including the disguised Teldin Moore, made it safely across the great starboard wing of the Spelljammer to rendezvous with three of CassaRoc's men at the edge of the ship's long landing field.
The group crossed in front of the council chambers and entered the great open market beneath the ship's stores. Here merchants hawked their meager wares and curios; weapons and armor were made and repaired; clothing and footwear were tailored to order.
The market was neither as extensive nor as bustling as had been most markets Teldin had toured, but it was certainly more friendly than most. At least a half dozen humans waved to him, greeting him as Emil or 'little adventurer'- a term Teldin quickly came to despise, and he wondered just how Emil could put up with it. But, knowing Emil, he mused, how could they put up with him?
Then he remembered how valiantly Emil had fought against the neogi, and he realized that, though Emil's body was small, his courage and honor more than made up for it.
The band of warriors passed a booth full of charms and crystals. The men hardly noticed an old woman sitting in the stall who gasped as they walked by. They did not know that Teldin had been spotted, and quite easily, at that; the magical qualities emanating invisibly from his cloak had been detected by the old woman, who had seen the cloak's energies fanning out behind him in the shape of a great manta, glowing with all the colors of the spectrum.
As Teldin's company left the market and headed straight for the Tower of Thought, Teldin was also identified by an elf loitering near a stall that sold exotic desserts. 'Did you see that?' the elf said. The shopkeeper, a stout man used to eating a large percentage of his own wares, twisted his fat bulk out of the booth to watch the warriors turn toward the tower. 'What? 1 don't see anything.'
The thief ran off with an armful of pastries and sweets, and he headed straight for his quarters at the Elven High Command. It's true. It's true! he thought. The Cloakmaster legend is true! The Dark Times are almost upon us! The elf knew he had to report to Lothian Stardawn that he had seen the one called the Cloakmaster enter CassaRoc's tower, and that the stories about the cloak were true: for with a simple magical charm that he had stolen from his grandmother two decades earlier, the elven thief had seen a cape of energy swirling around Teldin Moore as though it were a thing alive.
Oblivious to all this, Teldin paused as CassaRoc opened the great door to the Tower of Thought and invited him in.
The thick door closed behind the party, and CassaRoc led them all up to a great dining area, where most of CassaRoc's fifty men waited for their leader. As they entered, the group clapped him on the back, while Teldin strayed around the room, secure in his disguise. He found Cwelanas at the bar, and he sidled up to her. 'So far, so good,' he whispered.
'That's what you think,' she said.
'What do you mean?'
'You were spotted out there by someone,' Cwelanas said. 'Count on it. If you weren't seen by a neogi mage, or a beholder, then someone else with magical abilities found you out.'
'Perhaps… an elf?' Teldin asked, instantly suspicious.
Cwelanas glanced up. For a moment, she appeared almost sad. 'Perhaps.'
'I'll be on my guard.'
CassaRoc came over and pulled Teldin an ale from a long line of taps behind the bar. He sipped at it until the larger group finally came in, led by Chaladar. Emil had been kept hidden tightly in the center.
When Emil was revealed, the disbelieving humans stared between him and Teldin. Finally, Teldin imagined himself wearing his own features, his own musculature, and his own clothes. His body seemed to grow warm, tingling with energy, and he heard the warriors gasping and talking among themselves as his features reshaped into his own natural appearance. The plaid cloak metamorphosed into a dark band at his throat, clasped in front by his amulet, which had shrunk to the size of a coin.
There was silence for a moment, until Emil said, 'Boy, that sure was something, Mr. Moore, sir. I sure would be honored to help you out even more- hah! more, get it, sir? hah! — you just let me know if I can help you out at all, Mr. Cloakmaster, sir-'
Teldin patted him on the shoulder. 'I appreciate the offer, Emil-'
'Emil the Fierce!' Emil said.
Teldin smiled. 'Yes, yes. Thanks.'
CassaRoc stood up on a table in the center of the room and motioned Teldin to come over. He looked down at all his warriors and nodded appreciatively.
'Fellows of the Pragmatic Order of Thought,' CassaRoc began, 'we have a very important guest with us- more important than even he knows, I think. This is Teldin Moore. He's come a long way to rendezvous with the Spelljammer. And he's not a mage or anything like that. He's the one we've heard all the rumors about. He's the Cloakmaster.'
The crowd turned toward Teldin, who really did not know what to say. He had not expected a reception such as this, nor a formal introduction to the Human Collective by its leader.
'I know, it's hard to believe, but you all saw it here, and the ancient rumors about the cloak are true. And with it, Teldin here saved my life and routed the cursed neogi.'
CassaRoc paused for effect. 'Now, I think the Spelljammer is at a turning point, and I think things are going to be a lot different now that Teldin is on board. Chaladar and I have talked about this a lot, lately, once we all heard the rumors. And we're pretty much agreed: Teldin here is the Cloakmaster, and it is his destiny to be here with us, whether we like it or not.
'We've all heard the legends of the Dark Times. Now, it seems to me that if the legend of the Cloakmaster is true, then the legend of the Dark Times is probably true as well.
'But we are humans, here, and Teldin is one of us. His cloak has brought him here for a purpose, whatever that purpose may be. I, for one, think we have to stand behind him. Now, I'll let him speak to you, and you can judge for yourselves the truth of his words.'
CassaRoc climbed down and placed his hand on Teldin's shoulder. 'Go ahead, boy. Don't you worry. They're good people.' He left and walked around to the bar.
'CassaRoc is very kind,' Teldin stammered. 'Honestly, I don't know what all this means. I don't know anything about the Dark Times. I don't even know what they are.'
As he spoke, his confidence grew and his voice became stronger. 'Please don't think that I've come here to do you harm. I've been trying to reach the Spelljammer for a very long time-it seems like forever. I always thought I'd been called out here for a reason. I thought at first that it was the curse of my cloak, but now I think maybe it's more than that.'
The words came easily, and he knew that these thoughts were honest, things he had been considering for a long time.
'I'm here for some great purpose, whatever that is. And so, I think, is the Spelljammer itself. I have been called across the spheres for a reason. I have a lot of enemies who want my cloakneogi, illithids, even elves- ' He
