[He's not sure what to think of the mention about worship. Were they not here to repent and atone for their sins? Why would anyone in their right mind worship a criminal like that? There was so many things that he did not understand about this world, its strange magic, people and his own role in it all. It made him feel even more lost with himself, frustration and doubts churning inside his stomach like a soured milk.

Richard had been told about The Council and their henchman Jerry when he had first arrived. Though not much had been said about them, aside from them looking after the law in the city and being the ones guarding their 'rehabilitation.' However, it seems that his companion here has quite heated feelings and thoughts to share about their so-called captors.]

So, you are saying that they let us roam free and do as we please as long as we don't stand out. They do not collect taxes nor impose laws nor rules upon us. From that description alone it seems like we are their valued guests, but you seem to disagree. [He shifts on his chair, turning properly to face Silco while also reaching back for his cup.] If you truly have a moment to spare I would appreciate hearing more of them, and their rule in this city.