Aidan seemed a little more excited to show me something else around the place that I didn't know he had visited more often than I had thought of. For an idol, he could still make out time in his busy schedule to come and see a place I had only just mentioned to him.
"Since I have lived longer than you and had much time to spend in and around the city," he said with great enthusiasm, "I will take you around the most precious and grand places in this little town, as many have come to call it."
He was more excited and jolly than I was about going closer to a place whose every corner whispered the very legend the cab driver had spoken about. I knew that it was closer to the mountains, but something told me that another piece of him lay near the centre of the city than in the mountains.
"Aidan," I asked after a while of walking in the midst of the trees before the street lights came into view, "how much is your belief in the tale that was narrated to us?"
