Oh, it can be all right. Still, I think it's strange. People don't like outsiders on principle. A bunch of outsiders who are potential criminals? [ He shakes his head. It goes against everything he's learned through experience in his entire life. People barely like outsiders who are dutiful, well-meaning contributors to society, and here they are, a bunch of ne'er-do-wells, eating their food, drinking their ale, loitering their streets.

Ah, well. He'll figure out what the deal is here at some point. It's not as though he's going to understand it all day one. ]

Nice to meet you, Ven. My name's Claude. [ He pauses. His initial instinct was to pretend as though he's been here all along, for his own safety, but there are so many of them that he thinks he can at least blend in with everyone else. It'll make his life easier. ] I just got here today, in fact.