"That battle ended the war." It was easier to talk about now, but still not a favorite topic. "I am actually from very near the end of that battle. It is rather difficult to explain, but I was seventeen when I arrived in the village. After about a year, the magic went a little bonkers and aged me a few years so..." He sighed. "My memories are mostly up to the time I arrived from, but thanks to aging like I did, I have some hazy memories of the aftermath. Most of what I know is from books and other people." He rolled his eyes. "I know I am not making sense. There is no way to explain any of this in a way that makes sense, but...yes, that is why George needed to keep the place going. Fred..." He took a deep breath and looked down. "Not only Fred, but others who lost their lives too. They keep it going for them."