Lechance

Some things take particular bits of talent. Take, for instance, the ability to get lost while walking in a straight line. He had a terrible habit of fogging out a bit while he was walking, and somehow the simple trip from the shop back to the hotel had turned into a much longer walk. He was in a bit of town he didn't recognize; he thought perhaps he had passed the hotel, but he very well may have turned and not realized it.

He adjusted his hat and sighed. "Excuse me," he said to the lady who was just passing by. "I'm a bit lost, I think. I wonder if you could give me directions?"