Dirty faces, damp streets and harsh weather are all that you and Ivan have. It's hard to make out his features in the low light provided only by flames which flicker from the dimming campfire nearby.

This is the life you live here in the slums. Unpredictable, but at least you're with him. At least this isn't the captivity of the Anakt Garden. Since escaping your captors, enduring the numerous times you've been auctioned off, Ivan has remained with you.