"Plan?" Sergei's good eye twitched. "The PLAN, you fucking IDIOT, was to LAY LOW AND WALK OUT WITH OTHER TRAVELERS." he shouted, spittle flying towards the dullahan.
"ARE YOU DENSE? DID YOU MOTHER DROP YOU?" he picked up a pinecone, and flung it at the demihuman.
"In case you haven't fucking noticed, SHE'S a knife-ears, I've got half a god-damned face, and your head can pop off! Do you think we're hard to track? You stopped us right outside the city gates! They'll probably light the woods on fire to smoke us out, if dogs don't rip our throats out first! And for fuck's sake, the only thing in this old camp is a bunch of rotting carcasses! We're gonna get rot-lung if we camp here!"

Turning, he brought his fist into the side of the cart, leaving a small crater in the wood. "I have such a fucking headache right now. Oh gods above."

Sergei slowly stripped off his bloodied surcoat, hauberk, and gambeson, hiding them under a canvas in the back. He took the a scrap of canvas, and awkwardly wrapped it around his bare chest like a cape, then brushed his hair roughly over the scarred half of his face. He took a seat next to Stephanie, and partially hid his longsword in the bed behind them, leaving the hilt close enough for a somewhat speedy draw.

"Hood up, knife-ears. Your ears are exotic, and we can't draw the eye of some lecherous guard. And me... I'll need something for my face, and a prosthetic. That can wait though. The horses will collapse if we run them much harder. We'll rest at the village for tonight, then continue further north at dawn. Next proper town after should be safe enough to grab some new threads and plan our next move."