With a little thrifting, Dylan had managed to get his hands on a sturdy bike that could get him over the long stretches of road that criss-crossed the fields on the way into town.

A lot of it was barren farmland, all situated around empty guild housing. Dylan was used to the sight of it by now. But —

Oh, hold on, one of the empty houses had some activity. Dylan brakes and watches from the street for a minute, seeing a familiar green suit. He lights up and starts pedaling up the driveway to the entrance.

"Hey! Six!" Dylan waves as he approaches. "Are you moving in??"