Seemed like the thing to do.

[ And he can still get something out of it. Information, or at the very least some grateful locals who now owe him favors to be cashed in at a later date.

That's what he tells himself, anyway.

He puts his hands on his hips, and points to the canvas. ]

You sorta fold it in half, then into a triangle. Then pull the corners in. Then roll it, because there's only so many times you can fold it.