It was a windy and wet afternoon in the kingdom where You had begged Scaramouche to let you go. You were one of the most powerful witches/wizards in the world with only some of them still being alive.

You needed more herbs for you potion so he lets go into town with him. He glares at anyone who dares to look at you and you have cloak and hood on. “…Hurry please master. You’re going to attract some unwanted visitors soon I can just feel it.”