She rifled through old letters and files until she found one that still had most of the broken wax seal on it and another one she wouldn’t need to doctor too much to make it say what she needed it to. Then she whisked everything back to Rina’s hotel room.
The streets were still busy that close to the docks, and anyone looking up saw the robes as a shapeless ghost in the fog, flapping from rooftop to rooftop, and maybe something else they couldn’t get their head around before it was out of sight again.
She took her time making up the face, and even more fixing the seal and altering the letter. She was thankful she could come to Fom with Rina’s absurd stack of luggage. Everything she needed was in it, including more than a hundred wigs, and this time she’d need to do more than fool a few f
