Astoria took Ayrie's hand again, though this time it didn't feel so much like someone else's hand, and she looked as though she had started to disappear. She lead her down another path, to a new memory in which Asran and Astoria were speaking to some adults. These she seemed to know were children he had rescued, who were now adults. They were asking him what to do in some fields, and another was asking about building a port. The building they were in looked like an old version of the main temple, beautiful but much smaller and built from wood instead of stone.

"We're havin' some trouble with the north fields, m'Lord Gluttony." said one of the farmers. He was a plain man, with a scar on his neck where someone had tried to harm him as a child. "The deer keep coming through the woods and eating off the corn, and the snakes is bad out there, too. We're havin' troubles keepin' the boys workin' durin' the day."

"Trout is also low in the shallows. The men are wanting boats that can go out further, but for that we need to upgrade the docks. If we do that we might as well open a port for trade." This man was more well spoken, though he wore clothing much like the first. Ayrie couldn't remember what his name was, but she recalled that he was one of Asran's go between's with the fishermen.