Izaya (or Toshiyuki as he'd been informed he was now named) appeared entirely calm and composed as he surveyed the landscape before them, the outside world they'd been kept from since waking and now all but forced into with only the most basic of provisions. Internally, he wasn't feeling nearly so relaxed and confident as outward appearances would have one believe, however. He may have been stronger than he looked, was capable of defending himself if he had to, but the fact remained that he was accustomed to urban environments and modern comforts; he'd never so much as been camping, never mind found himself forced to survive a harsh environment like the one he now found himself surveying.

He would rather not have left the Cave at all, not without a more convenient means of transport, but it had been made quite clear that he was no longer welcome to remain there; it had been a full month since he'd up, there was no reason for him to stay any longer, he'd been informed. Besides, there was the small matter of his curiosity; the Cave had been stifling with only a limited amount of information available as to their current situation. Perhaps in the City he'd have access to both greater freedom and a deeper wealth of information. Provided he made it there alive, of course.

His shoulders shifted beneath the weight of the pack he was carrying, exhaling deeply as he sought to encourage himself to get a move on. No point hanging around here to burn, after all. "So this is what they've been keeping from us all this time."