[ HEY, THAT'S DISCRIMINATION AGAINST EVERY RICH, OVERLY-ENTITLED KID IN THE WORLD. He acts only on his own prerogative — his mother (prior to insanity) spoiled him rotten, his father indulged him with swords and ungodly sense of prides, and his siblings did a frankly shitty job of assisting him in becoming a well-rounded, altruistic individual.

It's not Elliot's fault if people don't see eye-to-eye with him. Frankly, that's none of his concern. ]

What — [ splutter, splutter, that idea's so preposterous and not at all realistic, where would she get such an inane theory like that ] — are you talking about? I've been to plenty of marketplaces! I could describe several of them to you in detail, if necessary.

[ Or rather, he'd been to auctions for people in well-to-do opulence who have never had to worry about their next meal or actually having to scrape up a means of living. They're nothing more than charades, conventions for demonstrating wealth and prestige. And while the Nightrays have never been sincerely appreciated for their reputation, it hadn't impeded the annual revenue they garnered as one of the Four Great Dukedoms. ]

And you? Are these type of greedy practices commonplace where you come from?