Bastion blinked. "Very well," he says. He shuffles a bit under his cloak and removes a large wrapped bundle of cloth. "I believe you might be more comfortable if I were to travel with you, rather than stalking around you. It will take me a few minutes to prepare." He seeks privacy for a few minutes, more for the sake of others' mores rather than any sense of modesty, and prepares himself to walk among the living.<br/><br/>((Second Larceny for 3 bonus successes, plus 6 successes rolled on Intelligence+Larceny. A<em>very</em>good roll for only seven dice. Penetrating the disguise requires 9 successes on Perception+Awareness))<br/><br/>The man that does come back is a peasant, a commoner, one of thousands in Nexus. He does better than most, since he is obviously healthy and his clothes are whole, but he carries none of the trappings of wealth that would elevate him above the rabble. He is clean but unkempt, and carries two large satchels on his back. One is nearly as long as he is tall, wrapped in black cloth and held at an angle to his spine. The other is a large satchel, mostly empty, probably carrying everything the man owns in this world.<br/><br/>The man speaks with the same accent Bastion uses, a native to the Scavenger Lands somewhere to the far east of Great Forks, but rather than the smooth, almost aristocratic tones of the Abyssal he speaks with a rasp an octave higher. "I'm ready," he wheezes.