"You are almost unrecognizable," Maurice remarked as he studied Damian closely.
Damian stood before a mirror, examining the disguise carefully. A thick fake mustache and beard now covered the lower half of his face, while a small dark mole had been placed on his right cheek. The sharp, noble features that usually made him easy to recognize were now hidden beneath the rough appearance of a hardened man.
He tilted his head slightly, observing his reflection from different angles.
"That woman must not recognize me under any circumstances," Damian said as his eyes remained fixed on the mirror.
After a moment, he lowered his gaze and turned toward the middle-aged man standing behind them in the small shop.
"Do I need more makeup?" Damian asked.
The man shook his head thoughtfully as he inspected Damian's face once more.
"No, Your Grace," he replied. "The disguise is convincing enough."
He then reached for a small flask from the table and held it out toward Damian.
