Ossa deum portant sed

It's another slow morning in Wallachia, and unsurprisingly, (Name) doesn't awake to summer skies, or the aroma of savoury cooking. As it always seems to be these days, it's instead to the knowledge that crashes into their chest like a sledgehammer at the fact that (mind you, this is of all the population in Wallachia), they're the one stuck dragging an emotionally repressed Belmont for a cousin across the continent.Not that they're much better - their track record consists of reports of them constantly sleeping on the only job they can afford to have, arguing with coworkers, and starting the occasional riot. Undoubtedly, the last straw was smashing an expensive vase over the head of a nobleman (after upending water on him) with no remorse or further explanation of the situation.Then news begins to spread slowly, like poison, of a volatile, odd-jobs nomad: a person of civilian birth and lowly rank who walks unhurried and yawns as if they're paid an exceptional salary for the simple action.So, when you and Trevor find each other on the way to Gresit, he begins to puzzle about his cousin with the self-preservation of a sock. He can't figure you out - are they powerful? Scared? Bored?...or just lazy?