I see faces and traces of home

He knew it was bad form to cast Indol as so worthless, so much a trap, so devoid of good quality. There were the shopkeepers, he always reminded himself, and the dock workers at large. It was just a place to live, just a race of people.

Just because a couple of the big shots were jerks didn't mean the whole lot were nasty.

Take Baltrich, for instance: as honest as they came, among liars, because despite being, supposedly, holy men, you couldn't get anywhere in the Praetorium without being a bit of a creep.

But...a handsome creep, still.