Kohl only paused long enough after shifting back into the form of the black-haired Westerner to steal a dry pair of leggings and a patched vest off one of the myriad of laundry lines in an alley way, discarding his wet clothing in a pile of garbage heaped near the back of the alley.<br/><br/>A few steps behind Dream Shadow, he entered the inn, for all intents and purposes just another sailor in search of a night of carousing and drinking.