"I shouldn't have come here." Morrian regretted. Garren would likely feel just as out of place in a soft and gilded city like this. "The weak gather in hordes and murmur or whine while the strong do everything. It's why I left my homeland to begin with. I wanted to be stronger, surrounded by weakness I could only get weaker. Here it permeates everything and I cannot fight back or they will take it as a national offense." Finally he confessed, "I wanted to see how Torva and the tiny dragon have grown. Should I stay and endure this humiliation?" He asked Garren. He felt an odd comradery with the human, a comfort he had left when his crew betrayed his ideals.