"I want to walk among my people to find what they think about me." sputtered the King outraged that Marlin should question his request.
"I apologise your majesty, I ask only to better understand your request." He waved the king over to his book shelf. "There are a number of potions which might be suitable. Is it merely one disguise you need of more?"
"One should suffice..... no perhaps three in case I get into trouble, I cannot rely on my regal command to keep me clear."
Marlin mixed up a few potions. and showed them to the king carefully. These strawberry red potions are your disguises, and this emerald green one is the one you take to recover your original form.
Marlin hands over the tiny phials to the king, who puts them in his pouch.
"Won't I look I silly when I transform?"
"No your majesty, the magic quickly transforms your body, and your clothing will always be appropriate for your disguise." He reassures the King.
"It would be wise once you have changed to confirm that you still have the remaining potions." Marlin finishes.
The King's chamberlain interrupts, "We have some business that needs to be attended to your Highness." Arthras acknowledges him and dismisses him with a quick gesture, "That'll be dealt with in a minute."
He slams the door with the chamberlain left in the corridor feeling rather confused.
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