There is something he is seeking. Another way of life, a balm for his soul. He will not find it in his father's keep. He will not find it among the fawning nobles, nor in the desperation of the poor. The Chantry will not show him the way.
When he walks, he sees what he is to inherit. The impermanence. The pettiness. The pain. A city rotten through.
But with Ashaad, he sees another way. An abidance to order, a will that never falters.
Here are those that stand fast against decay.
Here, at last, is a path worth walking.