Gareth felt like the odd man out. A honest and noble knight, shoulder to toe covered in heavy plates of steel. His motive were much more pure than that of his companions, but these are hard times and skilled adventures are hard to come by. The knight felt bad for the poor girls. Sure now they were the most adorable cuddly things in the world with ears as soft a velvet, but it was not all well. They were treated as lower class because of their inability to speak common. Treated so badly most turn to crime or go feral. Not to mention the negative impact on the kingdom.<br/><br/>"I say we find the cure. It needs to be fixed. The standard of life in the kingdom has fallen. Even if we are rich it won't matter the price of living will just keep going up." He looks over to the table of catgirl thugs, sighing as he speaks a soft prayer for them. "This is no way for anyone to live. Even if you are just in it for the money I don't care. It needs to be solved once and for all." His eyes drifted over to the sad catgirl waitress being overwhelmed. At first his mind was full of pity, but soon drifted off to how smooth and silky her tail would be.