Charon frowned, unable to think of a good response to that.
'That is true, the mages just tried to make us do horrible things. We don't even know if that was a crime. This place may have technology, but to assume it's as modern as the living realms is a risky thing.'
He also disliked the conversation for another reason; Emerius was touching on a topic Charon had been worrying about.
'Have I been heartless about taking the lives of the Claytons?'
He had always wanted to emulate the heroes in the legends he read, the knights in shining armor who would come down to smite the vile enemies of mankind.
Though they might kill, sometimes in awful ways, they always did so with the best intentions for humanity at heart. It wasn't something they enjoyed; it was something that had to be done.
Charon's brow furrowed as he met his companion's gaze.
"No, they aren't, but the Fort itself is different."
Groaning in frustration, Emerius spread his arms to bring attention to the town itself.
