Virathus followed and listened to Rennac, catching the meager bag of money in one hand, looking it over. It was hardly anything, but maybe it would cover lunch tomorrow.

All the while as they were walking to the Red Light District he was looking around at the terrible conditions and questionable activities that were happening wide in the open. He may have been in culture shock as his mouth was open for more scenes than not. Back on Havatk everything was orderly and just, but he just watch somebody get murdered and nobody even gave a second glance.

When they got to their... home? He was even more shocked. Even the Green Barracks back in military training was this terrible, and they had to pay for it. He was debating whether or not to actually sleep in the alley, it was probably cleaner at any rate.

He looked to Rennac with an extremely hesitant look, though Rennac couldn't tell due to his helmet that he refused to take off lest he catch some sort of disease. "Are we really going to stay here?"