Hm, at some point Theo really was going to have to figure out how to blend in. Until then, though, playing the clueless Outlander seemed to work well enough.
"Right." Theo eyed the shutters dubiously. "Sadly, I am homeless and easily bored. But speaking of other things ..."
His beat-up old lute lay on his back. Leaning against the shop wall, he pulled it out and started to pluck idly at the strings. He frowned: he could barely hear his own notes over the noise of the storm. "Ah, that might not work. I think I have a deck of cards somewhere, though ..."
Music or gambling: Theo wouldn't be Theo if he didn't take the opportunity to line his pockets. And maybe he could even earn enough to buy him shelter through the storm.
can't say good morning without lying twice
