How long has it been since you started to look for Volo? Months? A Year? You had lost count long ago of how many days had passed since you sat out to look for Volo after his defeat atop Mount Coronet. When you stumbled upon what seemed like a tiny campsite, you nearly brushed it off before you heard a familiar voice coming from the tent. When you peek in through a small hole, you see him. His long blond hair is no longer up and he looks like a mess.

"What are you doing here?"