Drunk

As I walked down the road, I passed by quite a lot of travelers. Most were traveling on foot like I am while others were on a wagon. Some were merchants, some were families looking to move to a new home like the family with the twins I met before. And some were like busses, random strangers huddled up inside one vehicle all with the same destination with the condition of paying a fee to a driver. 

None of them bothered me and I did the same. No one suspected that I could be Luka. Today, I am... uhh... what name should I use for now? 'Jerma' was something I pulled out of my ass, and frankly, I'm not fond of that name. 

Hmm, should I just pick a generic name? What about 'John'? Nah, too plain. But being generic is beneficial when trying to hide, right? But... somehow I can't accept that generic ass name!