Wilhere would look down, say something like "Huh... That explains the pleasant breeze" and down his ale like nothing's amiss.Â
"Listen, if my lack of pants ain't a problem for me, I can't see why it'd be a problem of yours."
It'd probably end something like "Hoy! Some miqo lass in a barely-there skirt grinds on a big guy over in the corner, but a man walks into The Quicksand without pants and there's a moral panic? Bloody double standards." He'd look at the mug of ale still in his hand and shrug. "Ah well. Guess I don't need to pay for this, then?" He'd down the rest, throw the empty mug at the door and slip into shadows on his way back to his hotel room... Which was provided to him by The Quicksand, which would mean he'd have a tricky climb ahead of him to retrieve a pair of trousers. The more likely scenario is some would-be thug would end the night unconscious and pantsless instead.
"Oy... These britches are a bit tight, but they'll do."
He would bear no remorse if said thug wound up jailed for public indecency.
"Listen, if my lack of pants ain't a problem for me, I can't see why it'd be a problem of yours."
It'd probably end something like "Hoy! Some miqo lass in a barely-there skirt grinds on a big guy over in the corner, but a man walks into The Quicksand without pants and there's a moral panic? Bloody double standards." He'd look at the mug of ale still in his hand and shrug. "Ah well. Guess I don't need to pay for this, then?" He'd down the rest, throw the empty mug at the door and slip into shadows on his way back to his hotel room... Which was provided to him by The Quicksand, which would mean he'd have a tricky climb ahead of him to retrieve a pair of trousers. The more likely scenario is some would-be thug would end the night unconscious and pantsless instead.
"Oy... These britches are a bit tight, but they'll do."
He would bear no remorse if said thug wound up jailed for public indecency.
