Griar sat on a boulder protruding from the ground in the forest near his home- His home in the Peaceful Realm.
He had discussed with basically everyone he knew, and even people he had only ever talked to a few times before, and somehow, instead of receiving good insights about his problem, he kept on learning other things, some of which he would have preferred not to know as it really was making him think about things that would certainly haunt him for a little while, as well as other things that would make the day out of a gossiper.
Such as the fact that William, the otherworlder with an affinity for light magic, who was known to have come up with rather wondrous spell to calm the mind, and heal mental scars, had actually invented it for himself as he wallowed in a depressive state after being separated from his lover, blaming himself for not staying behind with her.
