He broke off a small piece of bread, put it in his mouth, and felt a terrible pity for himself. It had been a very long time since anything other than alcohol, rats, and pigeons had been in his diet, as well as the occasional scraps he managed to snatch in some eateries, where the cooks just shoved food at him so he would leave their doorstep.
It's amazing that he hasn't lost his teeth yet, although some are noticeably loose, and some have already rotted.
- You're telling truly terrible things. And since then, you've been on the run, and they're looking for you in five countries for this? Surely there wasn't anyone who would stand up for you? A bride, family, friends? I can't help but note that you have a rather peculiar view of luck.