First things first: make sure the landlord wouldn’t get suspicious of his two current occupants having a stranger over to visit. That would take some further improvisation. Sure, he sorta looked like a minotaur from a distance, but the only minotaur he ever saw was a big bastard. Handy’s legs were also shaped wrong. Sure, they were hidden from sight, and he could fool people by disguising his footprints, but he couldn’t fake a tauric walking gait. He’d need to think of something.