Elemental or not, Elijah was feeling fatigue set in after the long hours of carrying supplies and walking from one town to the next. He was constantly amazed at the amount of energy the old man had at his disposal. It was the carmot, he said to himself, and he wondered what the effects would be on an elemental. The thoughts were dismissed from his mind, though, when he began to doze off in the same chair that he had settled upon. Elijah vaguely heard the conversation between Aubert and the bartender, with the bartender insisting that the stories were old wives' tales.

Elijah's momentary rest was brought to a sudden end when someone bumped into his chair. He opened his eyes, and brought his head around to glance at the 'culprit'. It was a little girl, and from Elijah's opinion a very unlikely person to find in a tavern of all places. She apologized, and Elijah smiled at her. "What's a little lady like you, doing in a place like this?" He joked with her only because she looked scared, and he wanted to make her feel better. "Don't apologize, you didn't mean to." He suddenly realized that this little girl was alone, and Elijah looked around the tavern for someone who could be this girl's parent.

At that moment, Aubert made his way over toward Elijah's table. The old man looked dejected; apparently, he hadn't found any leads about alchemists in this place, either. Elijah sympathized with the old man, and as he settled down in an empty chair he offered up a weak smile to the young girl. "You wouldn't happen to know of stories about people who make gold, would you?" His voice sounded as old as he looked, but his blue eyes sparkled with exuberance and life. Though Aubert was over 200 years old, he certainly didn't act it.