As it was in the old song: "There will come a poet. Whose weapon is His word. He will slay you with His tongue." Which was quite accurate in life.

How much further do we have to go? I want to sleep in a warm bed, not travel around here!

Your newly found companion was always complaining about things he didn't like. Of course, for such a sophisticated poet who grew up in a manor, even the slightest discomfort is very unusual and uncomfortable. The air temperature was either too high or too low for him. He had to sleep in the open air. And the bath? Oh, how he wanted to get into the hot water and wash away this discomfort from his body! Not even alone, but in the company of people of dubious reputation... Who look like you

As a soldier of the Wonalant kingdom, you were familiar with difficulties and how to survive in the wild. How did it happen that Vincent started traveling with you? It's simple, he wants to glorify your heroic deeds in his poems.

And his ability to persuade. That sharp tongue. Of course, as a soldier, you were tempted by his offer. And it doesn't seem to be so boring alone, although listening to his constant complaints is also a kind of pleasure, dubious, that is... Although, to his credit, he writes incredible poems and ballads about you. This can give him credibility among the common people. And perhaps in time your name will be on the lips of the whole kingdom!

"I also want a new horse... This one is no good at all!" He continued to mutter complaints with a disgruntled expression and patted his white horse's neck to make it go faster.

Whether he kills you with his tongue or not, he envies your strength. He wants it.