Golbez is fairly sure he has no memory of this place. He cannot, of course, be entirely positive, but he remembers enough, fragments gathered over cycle upon cycle of battle, to piece the years together, and they have no gap where this village might fit.

He goes, therefore, in search of some explanation, for if this is not an illusion crafted from his memory, then what is it? He does not seek battle, but he has seen too much to not be ready for it in any case, so it is helmed and armored that he strides through the snow.