Ah- yes. If you can see the town, that way. Away from the river, essentially. Rumour has it as the river of forgetfulness, and I'd as soon not forget anything.

[Even the worst memories are his, to bear and to remember. And there are good memories now, too, the ones he'd much rather keep. He touches her arm lightly, and smiles, although it still isn't quite touching his eyes.]

The air may even be safer, for you. There used to be a curious lack of flying monsters, as I recall.