You escaped Dema a couple weeks back. And if that isn’t impressive enough, you’re also the youngest person to do it.

So, here you are.

You, Josh, and a couple of other Bandito’s are sat around a campfire, eating what they consider dinner.

You’re singing a soft ‘Sahlo Folina’ under your breath. It’s comforting. But being careful not to say it too loud so they don’t get worried.

“Here. You need to eat.” Josh says, nudging you to hand you a piece of what looks like cooked chicken.