“I don’t know if it’s hard or not.  I don’t really have any basis for comparison,” he admitted.  Ilion had seen how others lived, but he’d never gotten close enough or studied others in a way that might’ve eluded to how hard or easy their lives were compared to his own.  Wealth and luxury were not always indicative of happiness or ease.  The rich and famous often had their own set of problems to deal with.  Ilion’s continued employment was proof enough of that.<br/><br/>He looked at Urudal and lifted an eyebrow when the man spoke in that harsh yet exotic tongue.  Ilion couldn’t say he’d ever heard it before, but hearing that most of Urudal’s people preferred a life of earthy nature made it clear why.  It seemed right.  He could imagine Urudal running through the forests, hunting prey to take back home to a family.  Though, considering his separated life in the vastness of space, where his people didn’t usually travel, there probably wasn’t a family.<br/><br/>“But not you?” he asked then, probing gently.