[colour=antiquewhite]"Well, the buildings are wrecked,"[/colour] observed Tauga, monotone. [colour=antiquewhite]"The fields are untended and the crops died in the blood rain. Also, everyone is Dagon. So that's pretty fucking weird, I guess."[/colour] There wasn't a trace of incrimination nor of discontent in her voice. She just recounted what she saw, as she'd been told. 

[colour=antiquewhite]"I'm not good at the whole... City thing. If you think this is better, then there's probably just something I haven't realised yet."[/colour]