Eventually it was bound to happen, and Bobo knew it. The other village could only take on so many, and even with the hike between them, eventually others would start moving up north and out of the "city" as it were. Not that he entirely minds, though it might well change plans he has for their homesteading, as the others he roomed with called it.

"Fair enough," he says, giving him a look over and a nod. "Good luck with the place then. It's a bitch and it's different," he says, not that he sounds really too bothered by either definition. "Not a lot of resources up this way, but we make do. I make the hike a couple of times a week as well but there's firewood around up here and the game's a bit more plentiful."

If only from fewer people around, if nothing else.