"I have a roof," Schmendrick confirmed. "There was a key, I can only assume that I'm supposed to stay there." He lifted a hand to smooth the hair at the back of his head, but it wasn't having any of it. Dark tufts stuck every which way.
"Well. Money in the pocket, you say? That's some magic, for certain. I'll have to give it a try. And -- you wouldn't happen to know what people do with themselves, if they don't have to make a living? I'd like to be of some use while I try to find a way home."