The old man crossed his arms and waited for Saya to leave. Then, Alexander left himself, after he made it clear that he wasn't following. His arms seemed tense as he waved goodbye to the others. It was a good thing that he wasn't a guardian anymore, and so he didn't feel the need to attend the meeting. However, if things were escalating like he calculated they would... then it'd be a much better act of judgement to simply stay in his tree and wait out the fight. After all, Alexander expected he'd have died of old age anyways.

"Death in battle wouldn't be worth it; not for these people." Alexander thought to himself. Alexander went over to the village, passing out poetry to people, sometimes given small scraps of food, usually fruit or eggs. Sometimes, he'd also be donated ink or paper for more. It was a subsistence living, but he was sure that the rest of the village had it several leagues worse.

Then, as he checked the position of the sun, Alexander knew it was that time again. He went to locate the old brothers. It was beer time.

"And you know what's better than swords? More swords!" Alexander joked, walking in as Ken Jian began speaking.