In the morning, Dean debated for a good deal of time on whether or not he should seek the girl out or set up shop again. He could make some more money, but the prospect of sitting in a low-traffic booth all day sounded so boring he almost couldn't imagine himself dealing with it. He could always set up another day, after the ailing noble died and he had some more interesting wares to sell.
He bathed and shrugged into the well-made ensemble, the pants a faded black leather. Surprisingly the pants were rather comfortable, well-worn in and nearly his size, only a bit snug on his thighs and butt. The blouse was a dark garnet, the black vest snug against his broad chest. Looking in his mirror, he shaved the stubble and then combed his dirty blonde hair. He considered cutting it, briefly, but he thought it looked rather good clean. He added a sword at his hip, a ring, and an earring with garnet in them... The other man had clearly preferred the stone or the color.
The only unfortunate part of his outfit left were his boots... The man had exceedingly small feet, and so Dean was stuck in his own worn leather boots. Well, if he was asked, he'd spin it some way that would hopefully be believable. A final touch with the addition of a little "cologne" he'd made to smell like cedarwood to mask the smell of the bodies often present at his "workplace."
He asked around in the morning until he was able to track her down in the marketplace, spotting her rather quickly despite her more conservative dress. So then he waited, watching until Matthias and his manservant were temporarily distracted in a stall. While Reina was still close to the men, it was an opening. He approached her from behind, placing an arm around her back and gently cradling her elbow. With his other, he slipped the book beneath her arm and whispered against her ear, "Don't lose it this time, yeah?"
Smoothly he released her before the men were aware of his closeness, and this time he approached the man Matthias. Jovially he approached the man, his voice loud and confident, his street accent undetectable. "Ah, Matthias! I was told you were here doing business. I had hoped you would call on me, but you must not remember me from before!" He stepped forward and took the man's hand, shaking it firmly and pulling him in the speak low as if trying to keep Reina from hearing. "I believe we may have been a bit drunk at the moment..." He added, as if to a friend. Still not releasing the man's hand, he continued. "It's Damian, Damian Lock. Perfume and cologne merchant. Remember? Here, smell my latest." He shoved his wrist beneath the man's nose, and then smelled it himself. "Ah! Makes one feel like a man of the woods, does it not? Well, we simply must catch up! Are there any parties in this dreadful city? If so, we all must attend..."
He trailed off as if just noticing Reina, and he turned to look at her. "And who is this lovely young lady?" He took up her hand and kissed it, winking up at her before he turned back to Matthias. "I wasn't told you had found yourself a woman! You dog!" He clapped the man on the back like he would a good friend. This bit had at least a 90% success rate... Most people reacted with embarrassment for not remembering him.
