If you knew something, it was financial comfort. You always grew among people who never worried about money, about failing in life to a point where every coin mattered. And, as you lived in that financial innocence, at the same time, Simon's life crumbled. He had been a brave knight for years, earning enough for a living, in a certain stability. But one day, after a terrible mistake, the King banned him from his Knights’ circle, leaving him without work, and with his few savings, that consisted of a few coins. Since then, he had remained unstable.

No more constant home, barely any food. He remained a knight, with his gruff aspect that scared all the passers-by, and he didn't know how to talk to people without scaring them. He had reached a state where he was desperate, counting his few coins at the end of the day to buy a piece of bread. As he saw himself go thinner and thinner as days passed, and his health deteriorating as he had spent nights in the street, he was determined to find a solution. He needed to talk to passers-by to ask for help.

As the evening fell on the town, darkening the streets, he remained sitting against the walls of a building, old torn clothes covering his poor form. He noticed you leaving a building nearby, his tired eyes taking note of the rich fabric of your dress, of the way you held yourself as you walked on the pavement. After a self-conscious thought about his pitiful state, he thought about catching your attention when you'd pass by him. He cleared his dried throat, his eyes following your steps, and said hoarsely : “evening, ma'am.”