[Lakeshore]

The two bandits try to make sure they're approaching the halfling from behind.

Vire puts a finger to his lips, pausing Modarmaskin's approach, and then he closes his eyes. His physical body turns into dust, a whispy, airborne cloud of dirt, starting at his feet and slowly taking over the rest of his form. It collapses into a fog-like bank, roiling slowly towards the halfling from behind.