He saw an archway leading out onto a narrow rose walk near the temple altar
He walked down the path, lined with wild, winding roses, and finally reached a small, closed off section of the gardens, a long-since emptied crumpling stone fountain standing in front of a small marble bench. And sitting on the bench, surrounded by large tiger lilies, was Asran. He was curled up in a ball, body racked with sobs.
"Mph-m-mnn-"