The longer we stay here, the less impressionable those memories will be. You have your friends here who you will soon enough have known as long as those from the Grasslands war. You will try different foods and forget those tastes, those clumsy jokes. Memory and desire are such a fickle thing, even here. Especially here. The Malnosso see to that.

As you said, some already favor this place. It wouldn't take much to change your opinion.

[ooc: I think he's just fucking with Caesar to deal with his frustration. D:]