Even though it wasn't a great part of town, and Greg all but had a bulls-eye on his back, with the cane, he walked with a certain 'don't fuck with me' air, that suggested he wasn't quite as simple as he looked. After a while, he led them down into an alley, paying no attention to the slightly disturbing homeless man sitting a ways away.
"That's it," he nodded to an old monster truck poster hanging haphazardly on the brick; hardly 'magical'. But Greg seemed serious.