John smiled wide seeing you. "You pretty!" He said rather loudly. Buddy would dance by, apparently leading the kids in some sort of conga line like dance. Pylia continued to talk to John. Their conversation was rather one-sided as John gave very short or simple answers, but he seemed fully engaged. You could tell that Pylia seemed more comfortable talking to him now that you were here with her. The topic was mostly just about how he was doing and his he's been, which again his answers were fairly basic. Almost vague even, but when pressed for clarification he seemed to only confuse himself. But overall he seems to be doing pretty well for himself as a mason. Apparently the game he was playing with the children involved racing down various colorful marbles of different designs down the hill. Each child has their own marble and roots for who wins. So far the red marble with a black three written on it has the most wins.

It wasn't long before a bell rang. It came from the temple of the Maker, likely from a clock tower. Many of the children grabbed their marbles and ran out from the park saying how they needed to go home. John himself had to leave too since his break over. "Okay! Goodbye John! Take care!" Pylia would say as he big man grabs his marble and leaves. Once the park was clear of the others, leaving only you and your group, Pylia feel to her knees. "Thank the gods... He's okay. After all of these years he's doing fine. That's... That's great." Pylia seemed to have a small tear in her eye that she wiped away. "I was worried that maybe since I was gone, he would've been abused by that mason, or something would've happened that would force John to turn to crime to survive. But seeing him as a simple mason it... It's good. You know, for some things to not have changed."