Zax swung around to face what seemed to be a well educated homeless person. His face skewed into a puzzled look for a second, but it turned back to a sneer as he realised what he had to do. His tongue darted out of his lips like a snake as he quickly thought about what exactly he was going to say until he finally had it.
"Well you see I've just travelled here from a faraway land called..." He thought to himself, this whole 'persuasion' thing was harder than he thought it would be.
"Well the name doesn't matter" He said quickly 
"It's near the southern plains you probably wouldn't even be able to pronounce the name of where I'm from if I told you anyway." He eyes shifted around, looking for an exit if this long haired good samaritan were to call the city guard. He put on his best posh accent for the next part.
"Essentially this [i]thief[/i] tried to mug me! Me of all people! I reacted justly and smacked him over the head with my bag of loo- I mean possessions!" He took a look at the man standing in front of him in more depth now. He didn't seem to be armed, and he didn't look nearly strong enough to be one of those monks who train for years to not get hurt when you kick them in the ghoulies. But then again, those robes do hide a lot. Zax grinned to the man in the hopes that he would just let him go on his way.