He hadn't, had he? For as poised and collected as he seems, like always, there is no denying the joy that Aymeric harbors as this chance to speak with Haurchefant again. It's not one that he's about to let go of anytime soon either. Although usually followed by Lucia and others, it's now the Lord Commander's turn to be guided by his friend into a strange new world.

They pass by a meat stall, of sorts, and a strange place labeled that it sells antiquities and curios. He doesn't like the look of the man running the venue though and is glad that Haurchefant also passes by without a second glance. Once they head towards that treeline, he points out: "Not quite like home, but... closer than the city was, I suppose."

Makmur sure is. A lot, isn't it?