<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4040FF">Greta</span></div><br/><br/>She smiled at both of them, "I'd like to go too!" She practically screamed it out. She was excited to head out to the wall and see the exiles. To see what they brought with them and if she saw anything interesting she might want to trade for.<br/><br/>Then a slight shadow colored her face, "though Papa might not agree to let me go. He doesn't really like...um, you know..." She looked a bit sheepish. Saying that her father didn't like Exiles was quite an understatement. He believed them to be deviants and troublemakers, though he agreed to do business with Adrian, he could cut off all ties to him quickly at any moment. Greta never really understood his hatred for Exiles. Most of them were quite nice. She'd heard of the many troubles Exiles had caused in the past, especially because of their ignorance to the ways of the peoples living outside the isolation of the walls, but she'd never met a truly "bad" Exile in her own lifetime. Some rude ones maybe, and some who might have stolen a thing or two, but no one had ever harmed her. If hatred and violence were the only qualities of an Exile, than maybe her own father would fit the definition of an Exile much better. Greta felt bad for thinking that.<br/><br/>"I guess what he don't know don't hurt him," she said, laughing at the city phrase, though she wasn't sure if she'd used it correctly.<br/><br/>Around them, the little town was bustling, vendors setting up shop and banners to draw Exile crowds. Some of their prices were a bit harsh, most of the vendors made the bulk of their sales during Exile season, since the poor Exiles didn't know better. Many Exiles didn't know how to hunt for food and some, to Greta's great horror, didn't even know how to cook! She couldn't imagine not knowing something so basic. She'd heard that there were machines that cooked things for you by just pressing a button called Micro...micro-something or other, but Greta couldn't put trust in a "machine."<br/><br/>"Adrian," she asked tentatively, though she already knew the answer as she'd asked many times before, "do you think there's a possibility that they'd let in a simple girl like me? I'd much like to see the shining city. Maybe you can tell me again about these boxes with moving pictures inside them?"