The next morning, the sun would shine brightly upon Cheres. Kinti and Khala would wake up together, giving each other a kiss to greet the day. They would don their clothes again, which had changed once more into attire more fitting for native Noviancans, or Marqashis. Kinti's steel breastplate had somehow been changed by the mist into a set of gold jewelry, from earrings that seemed to fit holes that appeared in Kintis ears overnight to necklaces and bracelets. Her clothes had changed to simple exposing tribal wear. Khala's original clothes did not have much metal, so she only had a golden necklace, while having tribal garments very similar to Kinti's.
The crew would leave the tavern with their new attire, new names, and new kinks. They received even more looks by the sailors, some of them were confused by their appearance in the village, and some of them swore that the ladies looked different than they did yesterday. Before they headed out, Kinti would remind them of their objective.
"Alright, ladies. We must continue our hunt for the treasure." Kinti would say, as her accent had changed more to that of a Marqashi. "We will bring back the gold for our Novofortian masters, and receive a share from it." In the back of her head, she thought that she forgot something. However she thought it wasn't too important.