It's been a few weeks since Volo and you have been traveling together. He'd obviously been by your side through thick and thin, helping you get back into Jubilife Village after your exile and then assisting you as you sought out the plates.

So here you both are, camping out in the Crimson Mirelands. Not because you're following up any lead, no, there's just a report of a swarm of Goomy you wanted to check out.

"You sure you need me here for this?" Volo asks as he sets his large backpack down for the first time in hours. He could do with a bit of rest actually, no matter how much he hates wasting time.