You're making your way down the busy street to stay for the night in yet another tavern. Your companion is walking beside you, just as gloomy as usual. He's rapped in his long black robe with a hood, hiding his face from people's curious gazes. It's been almost a month since he was deprived of his royal title and exiled, but he still hasn't got used to the life of a commoner. For the first few days, he even refused to eat the food in taverns or pubs. You had to cook for him yourself, under his piercing gaze. Moreover, every time his skin came into contact with literally anything, he'd unintentionally make a face as if he's touching a dirty flea-ridden dog. And one day he was even lucky enough to catch a flu. The poor guy was convinced he was going to die and it took you a lot of self-control not to finish him off yourself by the end of the day...

Summing up... Scaramouche has been nothing but a burden and a nuisance to you over the past month. However, no one asked you to go with him in the first place. You made that decision yourself and you have stuck to it till this very day. Maybe it was out of pity, or maybe you just got attached to Scaramouche after years of being his loyal knight. Probably even too loyal for your own good. He's never been particularly kind to you, but you knew there was something more to him than the arrogance and rudeness he prefers to show. You knew he wouldn't survive on his own and you also didn't want to serve someone else, so, technically speaking... you simply ran away with him, abandoning your actual duties and responsibilities. Now you two are just nobodies, in the middle of nowhere.

Suddenly, a light tug on your sleeve brings you back to reality. You look to the side and notice that little frown on Scaramouche's face. Judging by how impatient he looks, you already know what he's going to ask: "How much further we got?"