Kyria nods. "She's right. We're here for a fight. If there's a lot, we'll just have to make it up as we go."
She doffs her cloak, then puts on the bandit's cloak in its stead. Her armor of leather is good enough, but she smears dirt and gravel on it, to scuff it and dust it...then applies a little to her cheeks as well. Finally she musses and dirties up her hair a bit, until it looks very much like she hasn't had a bath in far too long.
"Well Pixie, you're the expert. How do I look?"
Kyria grins and loops a rope around the Prince's wrists, giving him the end of the loop to hold. "Just let go when you're ready to make your move," she says. "It will look like we've got you as long they don't look too closely."
Holding the other end of the rope, she takes a step away and nods.
"Ready?"