Jalon stands amidst the glass patch of sand within the middle of the Aveh desert, staring up at the kneeling Gear standing before him. He was leaning upon the statue of Senchei, his eyes locked onto that of the Gear's. By now, the Gear had become worn down, and would possibly not work anymore after being left without maintenance. The dark Gear resembled an age-old guardian...an unmoving giant scanning the desert. "Perhaps...someday I'll return for you. Then maybe we'll return to the ways of the desert." Jalon looks at the Gear for a moment longer, and then gets off the statue. Removing his cloak and placing it on the statue, Jalon begins to walk away, his life changed. No longer was he the desert dweller......the Gebler uniform that had been revealed after he removed his cloak had displayed that.