Hide yourself under the cloak

"Here, let me see that," you say, taking the well-used cloak from his grasp. You give it a good shake and swirl it about your shoulders. It falls nearly to your ankles, and conceals everything except your feet and head. You flip up the hood, pulling it as far forward as it will go, and hide your face in shadow.

"I think this is good enough, don't you?" you say.

He glances down at your scaly purple feet, a small frown on his face, then he shrugs. "I guess. Maybe people will think you're wearing purple boots, or something. If we're lucky, we won't run into anyone."

"That doesn't sound like much fun," you say. "Haven't you ever wanted to be part of an orgy?"

"Can't say that I have," he replies.

"There's a first time for everything."

"Maybe not for that," Harold says, giving you a pointed look. "Shy virgin, remember?"

You lean close to him, the hood of the cloak brushing against his hair. "You're not a virgin anymore," you remind him, making him blush. He steps back and takes a last look around the clearing, picks up his heavy old spellbook, and tucks it under his arm.

"This way," he says, and leads you away from the clearing.