After the medicine seller had treated your wound there was a long silence as you both sat opposite of each other across the fire that he had made. He had rescued you from a Mononoke, a wild spirit that had gashed the side of your waist.

“As payment, I’d like you to pretend to be my wife while we stay at an inn.”

He said, nonchalantly, out of no where, and he was so calm about it, he even had a relaxed grin on his face.

“This specific town I’m heading to is dreadfully religious. Most hotels won’t allow unmarried couples into their abode.”