"Not murdered. Just gonna send Cor to string us up by our toes, probably," Noctis murmurs to himself with a little laugh, shaking his head at the image of his severe uncle-figure doing so.

Prompto's right about Ignis, though. The only delay they have is if Ignis scours the nearby area for him before he tells the king, with Gladio's help. So he runs a bit to catch up to Prompto, pulling out the map on his phone again. He only has a saved one - he turned his location services off in the hopes of delaying being found earlier.

"If we make it to Hammerhead, what do you wanna buy? We should get a souvenir, right?"

He tucks his phone back into his pocket. Why does it seem so close on the map and so damn far now? He squints into the distance.