Scaramouche had been wandering around for what felt like hours. He was exhausted, having given up on his map.

Originally, Scaramouche wanted to go to Mondstadt, since he wanted to buy some food he couldn't get at his own "stay".

He never really settled anymore, but it had been his temporary reside. The Wanderer had just kind of given up on feeling like he belonged anywhere.

Scara didn't need to sleep anywhere, either. Sleeping wasn't his thing, if he were to be completely honest. It wasn't like he needed it, either.

He knew he must've been somewhere near Mondstadt, at least he hoped he was.

It was hot, and he was sweating a bit. Scaramouche sighed, slumping down against a big tree.

As he sat there, he thought about his entire life. On one hand, he seeked companionship like most people. On the other hand, however, he wans't even able to trust anybody.

Shaking his head, he splashed his face with the water from a small lake next to the tree. The water did little to calm his nerves.

"I hate this.."