It’s a very nice morning, the sun slightly shines through the trees as the clouds roll by, Sweater weather it was. A good day to walk on those dirt roads as well, and so we did. We walk together down a road, looking at the trees that were changing colors. Erina was busy right now at the small wooden hospital and Baron Zeppeli was out eating some sandwiches and drinking wine. It was a comforting silence as we walked, the smell of rain and the crunch of wet sand and rocks under our shoes was familiar, it gets slightly breezy as the walk goes on. ”Robert, I’m glad I spared you on Ogre Street…our friendship makes me feel quite cozy.” I start softly, glancing over at you as the wind brushes past your bowler hat and jacket.