It was a difficult choice, the one he made. He had chosen to let his best friend and most cherished love go, at least for the time being. He decided to go on a travel, to allow the whole world to enjoy his musical talent, as both his best friends had often told him to do before. With only a guitar and his beloved bow at his side, he went on a trip to... anywhere.

Said trip to anywhere brought him to all kinds of places. He travelled from Sonora - a city not too dissimilar from Amaurot in a few things although way too distant in others - to Provo, the city of merchants. It was probably his favourite city for the time being, as its markets were truly a wonder. From there, he went to Torensten. This city in particular was probably the one that reminded him of Hydaelyn the most. It almost felt normal to witness the daily clashes within the city - Azem would have probably loved it. After his stay in the dukedom, he finally travelled all the way to the city of Aljana. It was not an easy journey: it took him time, effort, and quite a bit of help, as he temporarily joined the groups of travelling adventurers he found on his path.

Aljana was... peculiar, to say the least. Ancient, surely, and generally speaking fire-aspected - most certainly because it was in the desert: the air was dry and hot, but the food and drinks were something special, to Hythlodaeus. He had never tried anything like it before. The river was an astonishing view, with aether flowing within its waters the trees sheltering the bard from the scorching heat.

It was during one of his strolls that his eyes stumbled upon a little pub. He had an absolutely certified problem with alcohol - as long as Hades and Azem said, at least -, and although he was not really in the mood for a heavy drink, he would have enjoyed something light and alcohol-free, such as a lassi. He entered the pub quietly, with his usual warm smile, while tying his hair in a  loose braid as usual. He soon ordered his beverage and took a moment to look around. There were not many people inside, but one in particular caught his attention. Judging by his colours, it was probably a pretty distressed man.

«Excuse me.» said the bard, walking closer with his lassi in one hand «Would you mind if I sat here with you? I do not really want to pry, but... you look distressed. Maybe you could find comfort in a supporting ear? Or perhaps, if you do not wish to talk about your problems with a stranger, we could simply talk for a while, to let your thoughts go?» The lavender-haired Ancient smiled kindly at the man.  «Or say the word, and I will leave you be and just play my guitar over there.» and he pointed at nowhere in particular, away from him.