These rings were mysterious little trinkets, that was for certain. At first Caelan was admittedly skeptical about their powers, though considering what he had seen before it wasn't so absurd to think there was some truth in it. Well, only one way to find out then. Sliding the ring onto his finger he looked at it for a moment, wondering precisely what was supposed to happen. Then, almost in a flash, the purpose of the ring began to make itself known. His skin tone was the first thing to change, darkening rather quickly right before his eyes until he had a modest tan. The bangs around his eyes, normally blonde and perfectly visible, receded as the color became a darker brown, almost black. While he couldn't see it his eyes adopted a new tone, becoming a light brown color as well. His attire changed drastically as well, and he soon found himself in simple wool trousers, a linen shirt and a small knapsack strapped over his back. Caelan had been changed from a treasure hunter to what could best be described as a simple farmhand in seconds, and he was shocked. Turning his hands over and giving himself a checking he was having one heck of a time wrapping his mind around this. He understood his own magic perfectly, he utilized moisture in the air and water itself to create the desired effect. This though, this was way above him.

Following the lead of the others Caelan climbed up into the cart, easing himself into his seat and exhaling softly. So they were going right into that entire group then, right into the maw of the enemy? These people were nuts, this couldn't possibly end well. If these disguises failed and they were forced to fight then it was going to be a pretty lousy time of it. They might be able to get through it, but it sure as heck won't be pretty. Giving a frustrated shake of his head the mage sighed again, lifting his hands and giving his cheeks a few slaps to snap himself out of it. If he was pessimistic then bad things were bound to happen, he needed to be positive. Besides, these people had been at this for a while, hadn't they? Surely they'd been in situations like this before, so they were versed in this kind of thing. Demoko knew what he was doing, and he wouldn't let them down. That was perhaps the biggest challenge of this, putting his faith in someone else. After traveling on his lonesome by so long having someone who he could rely on was odd. Unlike his typical partners, other treasure hunters or raiders, he felt like he could actually trust these folks. So why then was he so damned nervous? Link's uneasy expression didn't help his nerves much, though he chalked that up as the boy always being nervous. Things would be fine, he was positive, they just had to be.

About halfway across the gap they were stopped by one of the guards, a no name soldier judging by everyone's reactions. Regardless it was enough to make Caelan tense up, and it was all he could do to not show he was panicked. Tensing up as the man came over he looked to the floor nervously, worried that if he glanced over something might be given away in his expression. As uneasy as all of this was it was most likely not a big problem, and thankfully that seemed to be the case. Thanks to some smooth talking on Demoko's part the soldier walked away, leaving them to their ride. Caelan leaned back against the frame of the cart, closing his eyes and smiling thankfully. That was much too close for his liking, thank goodness nothing had come of it. Then, just because life oh so loved to give him all the stress it possibly could they were stopped yet again just a few meters from the last point. Unlike before when they were stopped it wasn't just a grunt this time. This figure was a fair bit more imposing, and commanded a fair bit of respect from those around him. He must have been one of the leaders then, and he definitely carried himself like one. Why were they being stopped a second time, and by an upper ranked soldier of all things? Oh so not good.

The questioning got off to a hot start, really not looking good for them at all. As if just being questioned wasn't nerve wracking enough this man seemed to be particularly attracted towards one of their group members, and not in a good way. For whatever reason Sophos was a point of interest, continually questioned by the other man. Caelan couldn't say how, but the disguises looked to be useless with this man. Great, so that was it, they were made. Swallowing back nervously he wrung his fingers together, training his eyes on the floorboard. Hopefully in this state he could still use his magic, he might be able to get out of here in spite of the overwhelming numbers. Forming an escape route in his mind it became apparent that it wasn't going to be necessary, as the mage was abashed to admit. The other man had turned away from them after some pleading on Sophos' part, and began to try and hold off the General. Caelan shifted about in his spot uneasily, unable to keep himself from looking towards General Onyx. He didn't seem that tough, they could probably get by him if need be. He wasn't going to do anything though, not unless someone else made the first move.

"Awww.... Damn it all!" Caelan cursed, watching as Demoko went into the fray against the General. They were made, no helping it now. They needed to fight if they wanted to get out of here. They were all given instructions as what to do, with himself being tasked to protect Nayrin and Aadab. There wasn't time to debate it, they were already being set upon. 

Tearing the ring off of his hand, just in case it limited his magic, Caelan got ready to jump off the cart and join the fray. Before he even had shifted much an arrow soared towards him, narrowly piercing his skull in its flight. In a flash his hide was saved by Regol, somehow snatching the arrow right out of the air before it met its target. He also caught a few more, and the water mage watched in surprise as one was fired back, nailing one of the archers directly. Right, time to get to work then.

Uncorking his bottomless waterskin Caelan climbed off of the carriage, trying to get an assessment of what was going on. He'd fought before, sure, but never on this kind of scale. It was an awful lot to take in and he hadn't the faintest where to even begin. His job seemed simple enough; protect Nayrin and Aadab while they armed the explosives. Nodding to himself he looked back at the two, disappointed they'd not moved yet. That didn't mean he couldn't start yet though. Looking back to the cliffs above he saw the archers reloading their crossbows, taking aim and letting another hail of arrows rain down on the group. Quickly drawing out a good few liters of water he raised it up above their heads, spreading it out and freezing it as he did so to create a shell of sorts between them and their attackers. The ice, several centimeters thick, proved to be more than enough to stop the hail. The ice cracked a little but held firm, and the archers were made to reload again.

"Come on, someone lend me a hand, please?!"