"Residents of Brittania and the Empire used to be very hospitable to outsiders, until the Chaos Forces moved south. The mutations of the Old World have already stripped the residents there, whether nobles or commoners, of the capital for enthusiasm." Laine rode atop his Pure-blooded Elf Warhorse Grapes as he gazed at the commoners: "Only in Estalia and Tiriel, due to being far from the threats of Chaos and the Green Skin, do people have this mindset. Survival is merely the cold spoils snatched from the hands of the Chaos Evil God during this dark era."
"You're always so despairing about these things," Veronica said, riding on a Half-Elf Warhorse, which was naturally a gift from Laine.
Compared to Laine's seriousness, Veronica seemed rather leisurely, looking around as they rode.
