"...well. No wonder the old man told me to stay away." Zavros did not exactly like the look of Hacre, the supposed crown jewel of the 'Good Kings' that ruled here. Especially when it all reeked of so much commerce built on the backs of those who were left behind. The Meat Market, the bodies of the poor and destitute just laying about in the alleyways...it all left him incredibly uneasy. He was unable to do a damned thing about any of it, not by himself...but a good chunk of the city prickled constantly at the new senses he'd gained ever since the incident at the farm.<br/><br/>He found it strange that no one had even so much as mentioned it just yet. Surely at least Ganaki would have made some word of it? He could believe that Suura wouldn't have - at the very least to hide embarrassment of her failure. But so far? Nothing. Which, in truth, he was thankful for. The less harassment that ventured to bother Ma and Pa, the better he was going to feel about it all.<br/><br/>Zavros had a favor from the smugglers. He wasn't sure he needed it just yet - he wasn't sure he wanted to use it. Better to have and not need, he supposed. But in the meantime, he also just did his best to lay low - somewhat difficult given his size and stature. He waited outside the preparation chamber where Kisara was. He was skeptical of her...but she hadn't done anything to earn any particular ire yet, so he was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. For now, anyway.