[So they carry their snacks, trudging through the city, and then they're confronted by a really tiny park.]

This can't be it. [This can be it and he knows it, but Sylvain is currently in the denial stage.

He's also following his prince to a nice and shady spot.]

You're right. Map when we can- think there's a library somewhere? [He's just getting everything in order in his head.] There might be something there...at least, so long as the books aren't edited or somebody like Seteth didn't go through the stacks.