Scyler stopped in his tracks, frozen with fear. He took a deep breath and calmed himself before looking over his shoulder and giving the two a grin. "Right, my cloak... I was just on my way to go get it. I'll be sure not to forget to grab it." After that, he rounded a corner to a wide open hallway. "Now is my only chance to get away from them...", he thought before stopping in his tracks. "Or maybe... I could trick them into thinking I'm one of them... Hmmm... So many decisions..." He peeked into a room in the hallway that he was in. "Lets see if I can find one of the cloaks he was talking about." He starts searching the room he's in, looking for a cloak of some sort that he might be able to use. He smiles as he finds a closet in the room, opening it to only be filled with dismay. "Son of a..." In the closet were three different cloaks. One was a red cape-like cloak, one was a white cloak with jagged black designs and the last was a black hooded cloak that looked to be just his size. "Which one do I choose...?!" He quickly makes up his mind and grabs the black cloak, putting it on. "Well, what have I got to lose...?" he thinks as he makes his way back to the other two, making sure the hood was covering his head.