I could eat. Give me ten minutes to change and get a shower. [He can get out of his armor and strap the Bayard to his belt. It will lessen his chances of running into his fellow Paladins. But only by a little. His street clothes are still obvious.]

I won’t be long. [He slips into his bathroom and shuts the door. True to his word in ten minutes he emerges armor under his arm and hair damp.]

I can track right back to where it was. Ready to go?