Wrathion catches the other man's eye, gives a small nod and turns to watch their surroundings -- to keep an eye out for attention.

"It reminds me of Serthica," he murmurs. "People made to forget to keep them... ostensibly happy, but happiness also keeps them compliant. Our regular friend, The White Wanderer, has a habit of helping people by attempting to leave unsavoury bargains in place but remove the discontent around them. A painkiller rather than a cure. I wonder if it isn't a regional effect that already colours many here, and some of our own were simply caught in it too briefly."

Perhaps, he thinks, these people were swarmed. Perhaps they lost this battle long ago, or made a deal long ago.