I continue scanning the cityscape, looking on at the eclectic mix of races inhabiting it, all speaking a plethora of unknown languages, with the dominant one being whatever Zakurai and the pirates were speaking. Truthfully, that was the second largest issue with my idea of escaping here: it was extremely unlikely I would be able to find a Zebrikaans speaker here, not this far away from Zebrica. Communication was critical to survival in the underworld, and it would be a different type of suicide to just dive in here, without the ability to do just that. Of course, even if I did know how to, the idea of seducing these other races to get what I want was, quite frankly, repulsive. Obvious hygiene issues aside, my taste in partners remained firmly equine, and I had far too much self-respect to bend that line.