[ oh, a city? thank the bloody Maker. that's one hundred percent more his style. like, dirt in his shoes? grass? pass. he doesn't even care about easier. give him the cramped housing, pollution, and aggressive merchants. ]

So there is a light at the end of the tunnel. [ at least he has a goal now. other than 'don't die', of course.

carefully, he keeps picking their way, stopping at already broken branches and going the opposite way. ]

Didn't know-? Of course there are other options. You gotta do what works for you, right? Not everyone's gonna survive for a second running in, swinging a sword. [ he glances back at her for a second before looking ahead again, ] You know yourself best.