"Makes sense," says Claude, making a note to keep an eye out for blue and black uniforms. Not that he intends to start getting up to anything criminal right away, but it's a good thing to be aware of. "Kind of wonder what makes them different enough from guards that they need a different word, but the answer to that's probably less interesting than I think it's going to be. Anyway, I guess walking around with this," he nods to his bow, "does make me pretty conspicuous, in that case."

Maybe he shouldn't be wandering around heavily armed in the middle of a city? But it's not like he has anywhere to put it that he'd feel comfortable leaving it behind, just yet.

"Hey, quick question," he says, that thought reminding him of something. "A few people have mentioned that there's an organization here that helps those of us who've found ourselves here unexpectedly find places to stay. Would you happen to know anything about that? It's getting kind of late, and I figure I should start figuring that out sooner rather than later. I've had a long day."

What with the losing a war and dying and all.