[Suzerain of Sheol]

Okay, maybe I'm making some progress here. I can almost get my fingers through. Um...

Her concentration is broken by the distinctive sound of one of her duelists firing at someone down the road.

Oh, no. They didn't actually follow me, did they? I'll probably lose my job if I accidentally murder one of them... no matter how much I might want to.

She commands it stop, but doesn't dispel the phantasm, in case there's actually a threat. Climbing out of the water, she grabs the bundle of clothes and holds them against her as she peers down the road.

"Hey, um, whoever's there, you're not dead, are you? Sorry about that..."

Shrugging, she unbuttons the shirt and reluctantly slides it on. It almost comes down to her knees.

Very attractive... and apparently I don't have shoes either. Great, this'll go perfectly with my boots. Once I clean them.... I really should have learned the illusionary clothes spell....