Blending in

Thomas looked to the dead War Monks, and it was as if a light crystal lit up in his head. 'This is perfect. I can just blend in.'

After Thomas disrobed the War Monks, however, he realized the folly in his logic. Both robes were meant for large, muscular War Monks and, although Thomas might have been taller than average, he was skin and bones by comparison. He had more use for the robes as blankets than as disguises.

'You aren't thinking of going out like that,' Doevm groaned.

'Do you have any better ideas?' Thomas asked.

'Sarcasm will not help.'

'I wasn't being sarcastic. Please tell me you have a better idea so I don't have to go through with this,' Thomas said. He waited for a few moments, yet Doevm remained silent. 'Nothing?'

'I am sorry. I have my limits.'

'Here goes nothing.' Faced with no other choice, Thomas went to work cutting the robe up with his dagger.