Sitting quietly in the back of one of the wagons, Ahelair watched, still as a statue, as the once grand City faded from view.  
He was finally leaving the beloved city that he had called home for the last 140 years.  Leaving behind his loved ones but not their memory.  

Eventually, the old elf relaxes and lets out a long sigh.  Whether it was leaving the downtrodden city or leaving behind his old life, either way, he felt better than he had in what felt like an eternity.
He fondly watched as his grand children, ecstatically running up and down the trail, screaming with laughter as they are chased by their parents.  Flyssia, riding alongside the wagon on some invisible steed was singing one of her favorite traveling songs...  A song she had often sung when the 2 of them traveled as adventurers.

Ahelair quietly hums to himself, content to get plenty of rest until his skills are needed...

-{  [u][i]while Ahelair is not actively seeking out people to talk to, he would not be opposed to anyone striking up a conversation with him[/i][/u]  }-