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[color=00a651]" They are probably born,raised and die here, it really is no different than anywhere else. I bet a bunch would leave given the choice, but there is no choice, so they stay,"[/color] Taran looked around at the surrounding building. [color=00a651]"What do you think, should we go and try to find us some local fun? Or should we try and hunt down one of the Isisorisntit Houses? There are tons here,"[/color]Isisorisntit House, places where the fairly well off lived when they didn't, or couldn't, afford hired muscle to guard their extravagant abodes. They would then, instead, buy out entire city blocks and gut the inside and turn them into mansions disguised as low-income housing. They were not particularly well know,  Taran only knowing of their existence because of a party that he had once performed at. The inside had peacocks and golden fountains everywhere, while the outside was missing tiles on the roof and a few windows had boards on them. 
 
Making plans was something that Taran didn't do, and when he did, he rarely followed it through till the end.  Like, how he ended up on the ship. He was going down to the store to get some milk before a street performance. One thing lead to another and  now here he was. [color=00a651]"Mind where you put your hands," [/color]he said to a little boy who had gotten a little too close to Prince.  The boy gave him a disgusted look before taking off back into the crowd. [color=00a651]"So, what'll it be? Breaking and entering? Or...other? [/color]