He shook his head and allowed himself to be pulled off the fountain lip by the exuberant girl. "If wishes were horses we could all get out of here." He follow her along, deflecting an orange with a hasty shield as they made their way toward the restaurant district. "You'd think they'd throw something good to eat, at least then I wouldn't have to steal coins out of the fountain." He walked in silence a few more paces before pulling Tara into a darkened alley. "Yes, leveling the town would be wrong," he said in a whisper. He hadn't wanted to discuss this further in the square for fear of prying eyes and ears. "But it would get our point across. We don't want to be here any more than they want us to be, but if they gave us more of a chance we could make it work. We just need to think of a way to make them see that they need it. You know my sister is good with the weather, what if she made a storm that threatened to destroy the town and we helped save it? We'd be the heroes and they'd finally appreciate us. Life would get a lot easier."