One lives still apparently, beyond the automation of servitors, albeit in a state that is, admittedly, undesirable to find oneself in. Yet, this spark of life brings some joy in the roots that have wrapped around Hagar's heart. Almost immediately, some of his joviality returned.

"The rain... It'll do some good to my leaves, in and outwards. I'll take you up on that generous offer."

With little to no hesitation, Hagar took seat right next to the unfortunate priest, shoulder to shoulder, almost like an old friend from way back then. What did the followers of the grandfather have, if not their camaraderie ?

"Tell us your story, I'd love to hear it myself. Maybe even a trade ?"