Lorenzo drops his back on the floor near Gnorths and begins rooting around in it until he comes up with a needle and thread. He promptly shucks his pants off, heedless of company, and sits around in his undershorts mending a tear in the trousers left by the near fall earlier. Once he's finished sewing the tear shut, he mutters a brief prayer and places his hand over the rent, wiping the tear (and his own sewing) off the fabric and leaving it whole. He also expends a little of Tymora's blessing on his bruises ( cure wounds - [roll0] ) and offers healing to any of the others who ask.
Later, after a brief nap, he wakes up and goes out into the night in search of a game. Eyeing his rapidly thinning purse, he pulls out a couple of gold in loose silver and copper, and lets his ears lead him to wherever dice are being rolled or cards shuffled. He plays cautiously, and looks for a gambler down on his luck. After intentionally losing about a quarter of his stake, he excuses himself from the table and leaves them a little richer and a little luckier, giving each a blessing from the lady as he leaves. He repeats this process again until his original investment is gone, and then returns to the rooms, whistling a little tune (badly) and falls asleep on the floor in front of the door, using his pack as a pillow.