"During the nights I didn't entertain lords or ladies, I used to sleep alone in the basement, on a cold floor," he explained to her. "Except... I like sleeping on a bed with you next to me."<br/><br/>They continued with their day of shopping. They bought various clothes for him, from simple vests and pants, to silk and canvas shirts of different kinds. Kate mostly chose for him so he wasn't overwhelmed, and he didn't know much about fashion, especially not in this foreign land. They went around all over the place, and the more they were out the more he wanted to curl up in a bed to just be with himself.<br/><br/>"I would like to sleep now," Trey explained. He wanted to break down, but held himself together.<br/><br/>As they walked the street and the sun began to roll down, he got an uneasy feeling that someone was watching them. He heard murmurs of 'elven mutt' which he assumed was a derogatory term. He started to not only feel overwhelmed, but he felt the touch of fear creep up his spine. As if everything grew dark instantly as three mean with ragged clothes, meant to look like bums, wielded shiny nobel swords. One did not go with the other.<br/><br/>"Stop, you frilth Eleven mutt," the lead man said, with nicely groomed hair underneath a stitched hood. He was hiding something about his identity, but Trey didn't know what it was. His sword was pointed at Kate. Earlier Trey didn't know how he would react if put in a dangerous situation. Now all he thought about was Kate, how he cared about her, and didn't want her to come to harm. Instinct took over and he jumped in front of Kate and drew his sword... which he held awkwardly clearly showing inexperience.<br/><br/>He stared at the three men who held experienced stances, one even swinging his sword around as a show of dominance. Trey began hyperventilating, he was about to have a panic attack. It was a mix of overstimulation and fear of death because he knew he would never survive against these men.<span style="font-style: italic">Breath, think about Kate,</span>he told himself.<span style="font-style: italic">Don't fall into your dark place, not when she needs you the most.</span><br/><br/>He looked at the men, they were strong and confident, trying to gauge Trey, clearly unimpressed. Trey tried his best to look strong and demanded, "who dares point a sword at Lady Kate?"