A Welcoming Feast

"I'm not sure, but I think he was even stronger than your grandpa."

"No way!" Pauller went wide-eyed as he looked back to Oliver. "How could he be so strong? And he's dead?"

"Some things happened…After everything I ended up on my own, traveling and cultivating wherever I could. And now, here I am, in Trighton City. I'm still not sure where I'll end up, but at least I'm alive thanks to him."

Quiet and pondering Oliver's words, Pauller closed his open mouth. The two then walked in silence for the next couple of minutes as they neared their destination. Pauller opened the door and smiled as he introduced the spacious room, "What do you think? You're welcome to stay here as long as you want."

"Thank you. But before thinking about that, can you show me to the bathhouse?"

"Sure thing! In fact, I'll join you!"