Dente rummages through his things. It had been quite some time since he cleaned up this place. Most of the things on his desk were various papers dealing with burials and such. On the shelves above were various potions and other concoctions. In the back were pictures, one in which was he with the rest of Kakariko's citizens. In the five years he spent in Kakariko trying to escape his past, he met some fine individuals. The thought brings a smile to Dente's face. He wonders if those who escaped are doing all right. Grabbing a few of the potions and other miscellaneous supplies, Dente prepares to make his way out. Before he does, his eyes meet a picture frame near his bed. Upon meeting the picture's gaze, Dente solemnly closes his eyes, and walks out the door. He then opens a portal, traveling back to the others where a campfire had been started. He silently joins the group.