"Petty things," he says, unsurprised by the shallowness of the enterprise. Foreigners were soft and demanding to his eyes, wont to seek pleasures over helping the whole when things became scarce.

Evandau's eyebrows raise at the question and an old humour occurs to him. "I'd say magic, but we both know that's not how it works. Be satisfied knowing that things here aren't as archaic as the society says." And that is more clarification than he would give most. It's not that he seeks to hide such information, simply does not see the relevance to the Foreigners. They get bodies and can play dodgeball with death, they should be happy. That's how things are meant to run in his books.