Watching Alan go to sleep, Alex smiled a little. "Sleep well, kid. We've got a long journey ahead of us," he whispered.<br/>---<br/>The next morning, the older man was packing up his gear. Said gear included his tent, three canteens for carrying water in, a couple opaque flasks for storing his supply of vodka for both drinking and killing infections in wounds, blankets for the rare times it gets cold and for use as shade, three weeks worth of dried meats, a crap load of bandages, and of course money. Overall, it was a lot of stuff, but by splitting it into a pair of bags, they should be able to manage carrying it. Idly deciding to make sure he gave Alan the smaller bag that has the food and liquids, he lifted the bags and carried them over his shoulders as he headed back to the shop the kid was sleeping at. As he walked in, he raised a hand to greet the shopkeeper, and entered the room. "Hey kid, sleep well?" He asked.