Alaric's stoic demeanor softened momentarily. "Must have been beautiful. Remembering good times, it’s worth it, ain’t it?" The older man’s eyes seemed to water but he turned away from Alaric before the boy got a clear view. He let out a soft sigh and placed his hand on the older man’s shoulder. Their wanderings through Orchidia unfolded, interspersed with Leis's erratic ramblings and intermittent recollections of his wife. Alaric listened intently, offering silent understanding and occasional nods, appreciating the unexpected layers within the eccentric man.
As they roamed, Leis’s tales painted vivid images of bygone days, weaving a tapestry of moments long past, his words carrying surprising depth and tenderness. Alaric was used to being alone, such chatty company was unusual for him but for some reason, he did not find it annoying. Leis was an eccentric man, but at least he was kind. Finally, Leis turned to Alaric. "Would you mind taking me back home, lad? Memories weigh heavy today." Alaric nodded, wordlessly guiding Leis to his humble abode. The weathered fence and unkempt garden reflected the man to whom it belonged. He could not help but feel for the older man. He was just lonely in life. It was hard to go from having somebody to share all your thoughts and emotions with to nobody at all. The old man bade him a surprisingly warm farewell, a glimmer of gratitude peeking through the eccentricity.
Later, Alaric returned to Jelies Sov, regaling him with the tale of the successful distraction. Jellies, visibly relieved, expressed gratitude, delivering the promised reward. As Alaric walked away from the castle, the sadness of Leis lingered in his thoughts. He would make a point to stop by Leis’ place as often as they could. It was the least he could do for a man suffering like that.
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