As they left Argurios was absent minded. He followed other with ease. Though he was on foot and carried a heavy burden it was not alien to him. Most of his life he spent working on the farm which meant standing and carrying heavy loads for most part of his days. His thoughts still lingered on his memory of his father, their last time together, and if what happened to the three village people happened to his father. 
He forgot about the knives he had in his backpack, and the plan to give them to others. He noticed Brisa looking at the map, but Argurios didn’t even know how to read, let alone read maps. He abandoned the thought of helping. He was useless in map reading or path finding. He looked around and realised that he didn’t even know most of the people in his group. He didn’t care much for it either. In his mind this all would last a month or two, after that everything will go back to normal. He also didn’t understand why they took a break. He was fine and could walk onward with no problems. Till the sun set Argurios thought of all possible ways this journey could end. He didn’t eat the whole day, but he didn’t feel hungry either. When they stopped for the night, he spoke for the first time. “These here are knives my father had at the work shop…. I thought they might come in handy.” He laid the knives on the ground in front of others and then backed away to be alone again.