“Are you sure you don’t need me to hang back?” Conan asked Johanna, the owner and proprietor of Red Boar Apothecary. “Go, you’ve got a big change on the horizon, and this trip will be good for you.” Was her response as she ushered him out the back door. Johanna was kind enough to let Conan borrow the company car. It was a nice dual cab Ute. With Red Boar Apothecary brazenly stamped all over it. It was mainly used for house call readings that Johanna did for some of the store’s older clients. Johanna had lent it to Conan since his car wouldn’t have enough space for his camping supplies. “You are always so vague.” Conan said as he climbed into the driver’s seat. “It’s good for business,” was her response. 
With that, Conan drove off. Pulling a herbal cigarette from his pocket, he lowered the Sun visor to keep the Sun out of his eyes, he saw the note taped on the back of it that read “no smoking.” Conan smirked and put the cigarette back into its case. 

Before long, he was pulling up at the camp site. As he stepped out of the car, he raised a herbal cigarette to his lips, and it seemingly lit itself. Taking a drag as he closed the door of the Ute he turned to his old friends. “Sorry I’m late.”