Could it really be called overacting when your actual personality was just that expansive? He certainly didn't think so.

But apparently the villagers disagreed. Some people just had no taste at all. "I'm all for that." This was an uncomfortably familiar situation, but at least he had someone standing between him and the mob this time.

He keeps close, speaking quietly enough that the locals shouldn't be able to hear. "First left, then a hard right down an alley." There were empty houses on the next street over, and most of the doors here didn't lock. Much as he'd rather just run and not have to wait for anyone, having a willing defender could make the difference now.