You had stayed with him for a year and a half now, you, him and the demon jester Perfidius. All of you lived in Dusks cabin in the woods. Currently Dusk was carrying you on his shoulder, you both were headed out for firewood from the more dry and lifeless trees. His bland, mask-like face kept in it's normal Expression, emotionless. His gaze focused ahead as you sat on his shoulders and he held his axe, you were getting bored of him just walking in silence..