He steals from the rich, and gives to the poor.

A an array of clothing in varying shades of green and brown lies spread out on Herman's bed.

One by one, Herman puts them on, starting with a pair of forest green tights (that thankfully were available in his size); a lighter green short-sleeved button-down shirt made of a soft felt-like material; a dark brown kidskin tunic fastened by leather laces; and a wide, brown leather belt that fits snugly around his waist, including a sheath containing a fake, blunt-bladed dagger.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulls on a pair of calf-length boots, also made of dark brown kidskin, their scalloped tops folded down. He stands up and takes a few steps in them, satisfied with their fit. He then picks up a quiver of arrows made of burlap and leather stitching and slings it over his shoulder (the arrows are just wooden sticks with feathers on the ends of them -- they don't actually have points). Picking up a pointed hat, dark green in color and with a single bright red feather tucked in its band, he straightens it out and places it squarely on his head. He grabs a three-foot-long bow stringed with twine and slips that over his shoulder as well.

He observes his reflection in a mirror.

"Douglas Fairbanks, eat your heart out."

With a snicker and a shake of his head, he leaves his apartment and goes downstairs.