It was ridiculous, but it was cover. He was, after all, a sick minotaur in a foreign land in winter. Of course he’d wrap up well! He still had his doubts about the plan, but if it worked well… then it worked. It’d certainly solve a lot of problems. He flexed his gloved hands. It also meant he could use these out in the open without a single issue arriving from it. Why the hell didn’t he think of this before?