You the sound of angry voices aproaching you. Knowing you would need a way to look like you belonged here you start to try and find something else to wear. You duck into a guard both and find a uniform hanging there. Quickly you dive into the uniform and then climb into the chair in the booth and try and look like you belong there.
Moments later, a pair of men dressed like the man you changed, walk up leading a pair of donkeys. They are grumbling to each other about yet another coachman who forgot to turn off the 'magic' before making a collection. Then one of them sees you and asks if you have seen anyone come this way.
"No sir." You reply. "Not a soul."
They then stop and look at you more closely.
"Aren't you a little short for a boat guard?" one of them asks