all's quiet on the front, smokey room
Landing in the middle of a populated sort of area after spending the last week running for your life through Wales is not, overall, the worst thing that can happen--at worst, Melou figures, he will just keep running, and at best maybe he's lost his pursuers for a little while and maybe he can eat (it has been a week of living on berries and little squishy things that you find under rocks that provide small protein intakes).
His tunic, luckily, is filthy past the point of anyone's being able to identify the device on it, and although he has a painfully Orkney face, he muddies himself up a bit and hopes that will get him by. Best of all, he got his mother's height, so that won't give him away.
He has no money, but he slips into Stigmata, doing his best to be invisible, and to see whether there is any chance of his getting a handout.
His tunic, luckily, is filthy past the point of anyone's being able to identify the device on it, and although he has a painfully Orkney face, he muddies himself up a bit and hopes that will get him by. Best of all, he got his mother's height, so that won't give him away.
He has no money, but he slips into Stigmata, doing his best to be invisible, and to see whether there is any chance of his getting a handout.