I think he's searching for something deeper in himself, though I'm certain he has no clue what it is. I recognize it as the Mind calling out for the Soul. It's how I felt before I started my path in Galila. I've agreed to teach him as I was taught: to quiet the voices and to listen to his Mind. It ought to be interesting as he is a... singular and singularly capricious fellow. On the whole, this was a good meet though.

Then came his friend, whom he called 'Rachelle'. She amused me to no end! What a lovely piece of work that woman is! All this territorial tugging of hair and snideness towards a perfect stranger. Now -she- is the epitome of the Townies I know and laugh at! Poor woman. I think there is something between those two, or at least a history of some sort or another. My presence with Aanson seemed to cause her some discomfiture, so I left. I had work to do anyway, and the quicker I get out of the city, the better.

Every trip I make to town reminds me why we Arevshad live outside the walls and away from the Townies. It's just better this way.