@treunar --- PLOTTED STARTER!
THE WOUNDS OF REXXENTRUM HAVE FAR FROM HEALED. Though the Cobalt Soul's word can shield its expositors --- and their friends --- from much of the brunt of the city's darkened corners and berths, they are no longer an organization which operates below the law, but rather strengthens and works within it, reforming around it to shape it into a better form of the Empire they would all rather live within. Still, such tasks take time, as all tasks and the weeks of Beauregard's trial and case against Zeenoth (though successful, though so successful) had shown.
When venturing outside of the Soul, Caleb Widogast must be careful --- that the Nein are heroes of little that the people would know does not bother him so much as the fact that they are yet unsafe, however accustomed to that they have all become. The capital city of the Empire still arrests his attention in the worst of ways, regardless, filled as it is with memories and the overbearing statues of the Dawnfather that nearly swallow him in his shadow as much as they would proclaim light, and Caleb finds... well, with Trent Ikithon still being prepared for trial, and whispers only just beginning to work their way around the Cerberus Assembly, that there is a target on his back more often than he would like.
That, apparently, is the sticky part about telling the truth, even after all these years of keeping so much of it hidden away, rotting for fear, within the deepest recesses of his hidden heart.
So perhaps it is not entirely surprising, then: especially as rumors have equally begun to quietly spring, albeit unsubstantiated since no one has seen such a figure, of a disruptive Empire mage travelling with a Kryn one to the very heart of the capital. No, Caleb should not be surprised that he finds, one day, a target on his back, and narrowly ducks out of the way as a familiar insignia flashes on the hand of a shopkeep who can clearly see through his illusory Disguise Self, a dark grin on their features, and he has to fight back.
Casting a spell is admitting to what they already know,even through his half-elven disguise that he had hoped would keep his head down until he was safely out of the city: but whatever truesight the bearer possesses, there's nothing to not guarantee a yell on the streets that they have found someone incredibly valuable. With a muffled curse, Caleb lashes out with a quick dagger to the Assembly mage, and runs, not even knowing if he's drawn blood as he ducks behind a trader's stall, littered with furs and... schiesse, an extremely solid, and extremely surprised, proprietor. ❝ Hide me. ❞ (Persuasion: 14 + 9 = 23.)