Raphael and Siegfried's first task upon reaching the town was to visit the inn where Raphael had a room. Raphael paid for another night before the two went up to the room. On entering the room, Siegfried noted that it only had one bed.

"Where am I going to sleep?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"The floor," Raphael said calmly, untying his bow and throwing the tattered cloth onto the bed. The remains of his shirt and jacket were soon to follow. The Frenchman was now completely shirtless and Siegfried tried to avert his gaze, fearing some sort of insult from Raphael. "You can drop those weapons on the ground. I have to change my clothes. Don't you dare think of watching."

Siegfried made sure his head was turned and his eyes were closed as he heard the sound of Raphael undressing and redressing in whatever he had to get dressed in. He lightly cringed as he knew one of the sounds he heard was Raphael unbuttoning his pants. He did not cringe at the sound itself, but rather at the fact he was imagining what Raphael looked like as he unbuttoned his pants.

"Siegfried," he heard Raphael say after the rustling of fabric was finished. Siegfried turned to look at him. He saw the Frenchman in an entirely new outfit, mostly red, with very puffy sleeves, also without an undershirt (a fact Siegfried noted with a blush), looking at himself in the mirror. He was rubbing his chin lightly. "I'm getting tired of shaving all the time. Should I just grow a goatee?"

"No," was Siegfried's simple answer.

"No?" Raphael questioned, looking back at him.

"No. It wouldn't look good on you." Siegfried thought he saw Raphael blush for a moment as he pulled out his razor.

"Well then, go get me some water," was the command.

…

Siegfried and Raphael walked the streets of the town looking for some sort of weapons shop. "We'll get your sword first as that's most important," Raphael said. "After that, we'll buy you clothing. Can't have you wandering around without your shirt, can we?"

"It seems we can if buying the sword is most important," Siegfried said, pointing out Raphael's contradiction.

Raphael stumbled over his words trying to find what to say. What came out was eventually translated to something along the lines of "You know what I mean!" Siegfried smirked. He knew he had gotten a rare glimpse of Raphael off his guard. Any sort of advantage over the man, no matter how small or over how brief a time, was pleasing.

"Ah, here we are!" Raphael stated, turning to enter a shop. Siegfried readjusted the weight of the weapons and followed. "Good afternoon!" Raphael said to the man tending the shop. "Do you buy weapons?"

"Yes, sir, we do. No questions asked."

Raphael nodded. "Good. Siegfried." Raphael motioned for Siegfried to place the swords on the counter. "Then I hope you will buy these." He used his hand to gesture to Siegfried. "I assume there would be no problem in putting the money from these toward a weapon for him?"

The man looked the weapons on the table over before looking back to Raphael and Siegfried. "What kind of weapon?"

Before Siegfried could answer, Raphael did it for him. "Any weapon he chooses. I will cover the rest of the cost."

"Raphael?" Siegfried questioned. This was unlike what he knew of the man. He'd planned to buy something cheaper than the swords' worth so he would be able to afford some clothing. But to have any weapon he wanted?

"I want you to have a weapon you feel you're best with. It's better if you want to be a good body guard."

Siegfried rolled his eyes at the mention of his position of body guard. He then examined the selection of weaponry. There were weapons he felt he could use, but nothing that was exactly he needed. His eyes then came upon it. He gasped and leaned forward. "That one!" he pointed towards a large sword, nearly his own height. It was leaning against the wall as it was too massive to be hung. It also appeared to be quite old and a little worn. "That sword! Where did you get it?"

"What, that one?" the shopkeeper asked, looking towards it. "Someone found that one and brought it in. It's been here for a while. Not many can even lift it, which is why it hasn't sold.

Siegfried smiled. "I'll take it."

"That old one?" Raphael said with a tone of skepticism. "Why that one?"

Siegfried turned back to Raphael, smile still on his face. He knew exactly why he wanted it. The sword was Faust, the one he had used until Soul Edge came into his possession. "It's my old sword," he said. "I'd like it back."

Raphael sighed. "All right, then. That one it is."

…

The two continued on through town, now looking for something to clothe Siegfried in. Raphael was staring in amazement at Siegfried carrying the sword over his shoulder. "And you can really use that thing?"

"For the last time, yes. You saw me use Soul Edge exactly like I use this."

"So that's not hurting you at all?"

"No, it's not hurting me at all."

"But does it hurt when you…"

"Are you jealous?"

Raphael stepped back. "Jealous? What do I have to be jealous of?"

"My big sword," Siegfried said with a smirk.

"No, as a matter of fact I'm not! Mine requires far more skill," he said with confidence. He then eyed Siegfried and returned the smirk. "It's not the size, it's how you use it, you know."

"And how do you use it?"

"Fast and with powerful thrusts. One must have a powerful thrust when fencing. It makes for better penetration. You?"

"Long hard strokes. They're very powerful. They'd knock you over easily."

"I'd suspect so, your being so much stronger than me. But could you hit me? I'm quite fast. Hard to catch."

"I caught you when we fought, didn't I?"

Raphael laughed. "Ah, but that wasn't you, it was your sword possessing you, remember?" Raphael turned his head away from Siegfried to see where they were. "Ah! Armor. Here we are."

"Wait, armor? I thought you were just going to get a shirt…"

"Well I would if I wanted you to get killed on the first hit," Raphael said as he opened the door to the shop. "I wouldn't get very far with a dead body guard."

"You got far with no body guard at all."

"That's beside the point. Are you coming?"

Siegfried nodded and entered the store.

…

After Raphael bought Siegfried his new armor and something to eat, it was well into the evening and they returned to their room at the inn.

"Raphael?" Siegfried asked.

"Yes?"

Siegfried sighed and thought of how to ask what he wanted to ask. "You bought my sword, new armor, some clothing, another night at this inn, and dinner. You're obviously no mere fighter. Where are you getting money from?"

Raphael chuckled and ran his hand through his hair before sitting on the bed. "Sit down, Siegfried."

Siegfried obeyed and sat on the floor.

"I knew this question would come eventually," he started. "Would you like the short answer or the long answer?"

"Both."

"All right, short answer first. I killed a man and took it."

"What?" Siegfried gasped, body tensing.

Raphael chuckled again. "Now now, you wanted both answers, so listen." Raphael sighed. "I used to be a noble, but my family ended up supporting this person who was…eh…not so great. I found this out, tried to do something about it and my family…I guess you could say they found me expendable. See, I rather like my head right where it is on my shoulders, so I ran away. I hid myself wherever I could. It was difficult. It was bitterly cold and I had no money so I was starving. The only things I had were the clothes on my back and my rapier. Each day I got weaker and because of that, they caught up with me more and more. One day I was trying to lose them in a slum. I was near collapse, using the wall for support, that sort of thing. That's when I met Amy. She hid me from them, gave me what little food she had, what little warmth she had. It was the first time anyone had done anything like that for me. Still, she had nothing. I felt that I had to do something, anything to help her, so I took her with me when I continued on. We went to the south of France where I assumed a false name and made friends with one of the nobles who was not out to kill me. I worked my way into his trust, becoming his most trusted friend. When the time was right, I poisoned him and disposed of his body. I told everyone who lived in the manor that he had gone a way on a journey and had left me in charge. Now that I was in control, I had complete access to his assets. And there you have it. Now Amy is living well and here I am. So now you know. If anyone asks, I am not Raphael Sorel, I am Raphael Legris. You also now know the true reason that I need a bodyguard. If I am found or if the body I disposed of is found, I could need help in running away again. Will you help me?"

Siegfried sat back and thought. "I told you I would take you to France. After that, there are no promises."

Raphael seemed slightly saddened. "You don't know what to think of me, do you?"

"You're interesting, Raphael," Siegfried said with a nod. "But I don't think you're trustworthy."

Raphael gave Siegfried a sad smile. "I've only lied when I've needed to lie. I prefer to be called manipulative."

"Well you did manipulate me into taking you home."

This caused Raphael to laugh. "Siegfried, I like you. You're honest. Now, get some sleep. We'll continue on tomorrow morning."

"Good night, Raphael."