Free toad! You scoop him up, nearly toppling his tiny Canterbury Cap. You and the cosplayers flee into the high street...
Which is full of gunpowder smoke, barrel shrapnel, trash, twitchy dogs, guards, lookie-loos, and generalized anxiety.
You decide it's best to give King Jim and the whole royal guard situation some personal space. You should travel, see the countryside.
You nick three cloaks from a convenient clothesline and look around for someone leaving town. Maybe you can sneak away...
@michelestrider later: