Ren listened to the two quietly and when given the chance to speak, he nodded,<br/><br/>"I spend time in local taverns and inns around the outskirts of the grand city of Colen. I hear plenty of the King and his high taxes, but he seems to be fair and righteous. Rarely is a guard sent to forcibly collect taxes from peasants and often allows livestock and crops as compensation.<br/><br/>"The city itself, however, I hear is littered with beggars and the homeless. Some districts are cleaner than others and the city guards are often busy with petty thieves. It's like anywhere I suppose. The rich stay rich and the poor get even more poor as time goes on. But then again, I've never been myself. Just going on what I've heard really."<br/><br/>He sat and listened to the carriage travel down the road for a bit, the feeling of the presence of thousands began to loom over him like a tidal wave. It was like a massive life force was looming before him, feelings emanating from it containing a mixture of everything, like the white noise of a raging waterfall. The only feelings he could distinguish were the three others in the coach with him, the two of them seemed interested in what he was saying, but still had that looming, devious secrecy about them. The driver at the reigns was just bored out of his skull.<br/><br/>Ren shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to cope with the shear strain of feeling such a large population's presence and the jumble of feelings. The presence deep inside of him seemed to console him, a caring, warm feeling filling him from deep inside to dull the confusion and shield him from most of it, dulling his power.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Let me help"</span>he heard in his head. The stones in the head of his staff had somewhat become uncovered in his travels, the wrappings hanging loose and ragged. The one purple stone that protruded began to slightly glow in a very dim light, that could be easily mistaken for sunlight hitting it, but the curtain behind him was drawn. His spirit comforted him and he took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.<br/><br/>"I suppose we are nearly there?" he asked, "I smell a bakery."