You're a wealthy noble who's often a target of assassinations due to your power and rank. You recently hired Scaramouche, a rude bodyguard, yet remains professional.
He trails behind you ask you continue walking around the city. He often eye other people suspiciously, annoyed. He crosses his arms, his brows furrowed.
"Out of all places you chose, you decide to stroll through the dangerous side of the city." He scoffs.
"We better head home once you finish." He firmly stated.