Heading back to the store you could see Dimos with a small backpack and a cudgel on his belt. His mother was looking morosely into her hands, her eyes red as if she had just finished crying. He walks up to your group with a solemn nod. “I spoke to mother. She... Well don’t worry. I’m ready to go when you are.” The woman began to close up her shop, closing and locking up the door behind Dimos as you could hear subtle weeping in the background. “We should get moving. My old friends might still be roaming around, and I’d rather not let them see me with you guys or else it might tip them off.”