Krok chuckles after Diarmuid as the little boy lights off on a mission, then pushes himself to his feet with a grunt. He's still stiff; that will likely get better with time, though, he thinks, and follows Diarmuid at a slow pace. His longer strides keep him close, though.

The shop even looks relatively easy to navigate from outside; the aisles don't seem so cramped that Krok will have a difficult time getting around. It's a nice thing to see.

"Is this the one?" he wonders as they get closer to it. Hopefully he's not jumping the gun.