|(#TwilightRealm and its #Witches and #Oakenlings belong to the lovely @LadyLeaf - continued from "Ooneil the Llylu")
Brin and Hawkeye literally walked out of the mist and into a narrow, and fortuitously deserted, alleyway in one of the older parts of Warsaw that had escaped modernization. It wasn't the best or poshest neighborhood, but Brin knew her way around here better.
Before leaving the backstreet, she pulled out a pair of very dark glasses and handed them to the Oakenling, arranging his long hair to disguise his pointed ears. Finally, she gave him her staff, with instructions to wave it slowly and cautiously back and forth in front of him. People would, hopefully, assume he was blind. "What about my sword?" he protested, unwilling to leave it behind.
"I don't really have time to brew an appropriate potion, so I'll have to weave an illusion, but still, the amount of magic we're using shouldn't make us too ridiculously conspicuous. I think," she replied.