((That's not short! O. o))

Back in his own chambers, Ilyas began to set his plan into motion. First of all, he would need to change his clothes. If he walked the streets of the capital wearing fine silks embroidered with golden thread, he would be easily recognized and quickly escorted back to the palace without fulfilling his mission. After sending all of his servants away, the young prince began sifting through his wardrobe in search of something more appropriate to wear. It took some time to find something suitable but in the end he dressed himself in a pair of plain baggy maroon pants and a somewhat faded red tunic. Over these he wrapped a white head cloth that served to cover some of his face and hair. A pair of plainer slippers and a sash completed the ensemble.

After stashing a small bag of coins on his person, the prince set to quietly destroying his room. Using a small dagger, he slashed at the curtains and the bed, tossing cushions on the ground and spreading feathers in the air. Once satisfied with the effect, the prince left his room through the garden and began the slow and painful process of sneaking out of the palace. As a youngster, he would do this at least once a week, much to the dismay of his father, but it had been a while since he put his skills to work. In the end he was able to sneak away unseen, but the process took longer than he had expected. Cursing the necessary delay, Ilyas quickly made his way through the large marketplace in the middle of the city. He would need provisions for the trip and he planned on picking up what he needed there.