((The bow fits.))<br/><br/>Roland struts a bit like a peacock... if Ithi'ka had ever seen such a bizarre bird.  Either way, he is immensely proud of himself, and keeps catching appraising glances of himself in passing shop windows, ad various apprciative glances from passing women.   He IS very handsome.<br/><br/>A block down the street, he catches an eye of another fairly obvious harlot, and motions subtly to her.  He enters a dark ally on the next street, and a minute later, she follows him in, an anxious expression not fully hidden on her face.