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On your final night in the city, you decide to tell Harum about your intentions to leave. "Hey, Harum. I know this seems sudden, but...we're going to leave the city soon. Now that we've raised the money we needed to set things right, we're going to continue the adventure we started. We've got an actual destination in mind now, Mutaito's Training Academy near West City. Do you want to join us? It won't be the easiest journey, but it'll be a little easier with friends, right?" You ask.
He actually seems somewhat hesitant, muttering a few things such as "I don't know, they need me at my jobs, and I've gotta make sure that Ma is still fine-" before the now-familiar voice of his mother cuts him off.
"What are you, bananas? You're a strapping young man still, go out there and see the world! Make some mistakes, learn from them. You won't get anywhere at those dead-end jobs, and I'm doing perfectly fine now! You can lie to yourself, but you can't lie to me. I know that you want to go, you little gibbon!" She chides him, approaching to pinch his cheeks and generally mash his face around like it was made of pie dough. His face maintains the deformation for a few seconds once she lets go, funnily enough.
"Alright, yeah! I'll go, then. I'll get everything ready tonight so we can set out in the morning." He says, nodding with a newfound resolve in his eyes. You clap your hand against his own and give him a nod of solidarity, before you part ways to prepare your own things. Thankfully for you, you didn't actually have all that much to get ready since you always planned on your stay here being temporary.
That morning, you get up to find that Harum's pickup truck is already nice and packed with everyone's goods. Harum himself looks pretty tired, like he barely got a wink of sleep that night, but he insists that it's fine and hops in the driver's seat. You play a quick game of rock-paper-scissors with your other three friends to determine who wins the front seat, and while Azalea initially is the winner, you point out that literally anywhere in the truck is like a full sized seat for her.
Having used logic to win yourself the front seat as the runner-up, with Azalea now sitting on her favorite shoulder of yours, you roll the window down to enjoy the breeze while the four of you ride out of town. Barbar himself seems to be relaxing in the pickup's bed, lounged in the back like he belongs there. You would soon find your pleasant trip interrupted, however...
