In broad daylight. Hm. He supposed he’d been getting away with it until they got here, but it still felt like the youth was getting bolder these days. Or maybe it was just the British.

Hopefully not the British.

Speaking of the British, Mr. Brennan was either desperate for a wash or just not keen on rocking the boat right after getting off of one. Ropati wasn’t about to complain. He was pretty sure he’d caught something something feed the poor in some of those street sermons, and this seemed like the most direct way.

“Other way,” Ropati said, conveniently keeping a sociable distance right in the doorway and blotting out most of the light (and robber). “Is there soap in there?”

Apparently the teachings hadn’t said a whole lot about soap. He’d learned to carry his own early on.

There was rather blatant banging from the sanctum. Bold, bold British.