Aral walked down one of the streets in Hydlaa, touching around with his cane, trying to find a good place where he can get a night\'s rest. As he was doing so, he began thinking about the kindness he has recieved in Hydlaa those last few days.
\"It has been a long time since I\'ve talked to people. Back home, I merely said \"hello,\" or \"thank you,\" but nothing like this. People actually listen to me, and have decent conversations about things other than weapons.\" Aral laughed a bit to himself, then continued his thoughts, not realizing that he has been saying everything out loud. \"Yes, the old and new generations listen. It seems as though they have lived a very peaceful life, each and every one of them. They have even found the time to help me around, without me asking.\"
Aral stopped walking, and sat against a wall to get some sleep, placing his cane on the ground. He had a very happy look on his face, as people were walking by, looking at him sitting there, before he finally fell asleep for the night.
When he awoke, he felt something laying on top of a piece of cloth next to him, most likely placed there by a helpful traveller. He took a bite of it, realizing then that it was bread.
\"This life is nice...I do not want to ever return home. These people are like a family to me...\" He said, relaxing in the spot where he was sitting.