Glaran stepped closer to Liz, looking down at her, his hands clenched into fists by his sides. "And where would they go,<em>Princess</em>? They have nothing. Nothing to live of but the scraps you dole out once in a while because deep down inside you feel guilty. Guilty that ever single night you feast. Guilty that when you go to bed your body is covered in down blankets, your door guarded from those who would do you harm. Do you know that every night, a woman is raped just below your eyes? Raped! Would you like to know how that feels,<em>Princess</em>? Would you?"