He circles the entire Park at an even, smooth gait, nodding to those he passes, and some even nod back, albeit looking at him like an escaped fugitive from a mental institute. People just aren't nice to each other in this city. Vidar stops to purchase a bottled water from one of the roving vendors, and it is then the sound catches his attention.
Having little else to do before returning home and preparing for the work day, he follows the laughter unerringly towards its source, apparently to one of the small ponds.