“A caravan will be here sooner or later,” Vlad counters. When Ivan keeps pressing the issue, he closes the book and eyes Ivan in silence for a few seconds. He sighs heavily, rubbing his face gently before pinching the bridge of his nose.  He is too old and too tired to leave for longer periods of time. He doubts he has the energy to even make the trip to Polis anymore. Age has caught up with him too long time ago.<br/><br/>“Ivan..” he starts tiredly, “I am too old to travel to Polis.” He watches Ivan, idly scratching the cover of the book. Life here in Metro is harsh and unforgiving. The constant stress of living under these conditions are taking their toll on everyone.<br/><br/>“If you really wish to leave, you can sign up with a caravan as protection. I am sure there are somebody who are always looking for an extra gun,” he ends up suggesting. It does leave a bitter taste in his mouth, but in the end he can’t stop Ivan from leaving if he really doesn’t wish to stay here any longer.