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