Most places, Aragorn reasoned, were bigger than this. It seemed strange that a single city did not appear to be part of some greater land, but then he had no true way of knowing what lay beyond the borders. Perhaps there was a broader country out there that he could not see due to the city's boundaries.

"This city is large as cities go, but still only a city," Aragorn mused, nodding his head. It was bigger than Edoras, perhaps even larger than Minas Tirith, but he still missed the rolling countryside outside of those cities.

He did wonder what it must be like for this man, who came to such a place similar enough but without any way of getting home. This seemed nearly another world to Aragorn, and as much as he had searched for a way to leave this place, it all still seemed like something out of a dream. He suspected it would be more frustrating still to feel some familiarity yet be unable to return home.