[He stoops a final time, to haul his bag out of the back of the car, and slings it over one shoulder. He packed food and - given that he doesn't know what to expect of this climate - a couple extra sweaters and a blanket. He shuts the car door gingerly, and scrubs a hand through his curly hair, mussed by constantly bumping his head against the top of the car's interior.
It's been a long time since he's hiked anywhere. It almost feels strange, to do this without Mirian and Safa and a contingent of soldiers at their back. He keeps compensating for a machine gun he's not carrying, little shifts of his balance on the left side.]
Makes for a good adventure. Would you like to lead the way?
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It's been a long time since he's hiked anywhere. It almost feels strange, to do this without Mirian and Safa and a contingent of soldiers at their back. He keeps compensating for a machine gun he's not carrying, little shifts of his balance on the left side.]
Makes for a good adventure. Would you like to lead the way?