[ Silco blinked -- well, one eye did, the other, it just regarded her the whole time, burning fire in a pit of black. Mole? Well, he supposed they did live underground, but that was hardly the point. He was still a human, and it wasn't like humans were spliced with animals.

Yet. Singed. Silco, will thankfully, never see the day. ]

The nature of the people? [ He scoffed. ] I'm afraid I work in entertainment, but thankfully, I know enough about the people of both to give you a decent picture.

Those in Zenith are generally like me. There's little draw this world, or the one we left holds, beyond that there may be some things worth preserving. [ His tone certainly doesn't sound like there is, but there's an acerbic bite that might just be put-upon. ] Zenites tend to be cold, hard, and willing to do anything if it means we have victory.

By contrast, those from Highstorm have ideals, they place the value of one life over that of others. They will call you distasteful, and threaten you, and then tell you that you should use kinder words, if you dare ruffle their feathers. They will beg peace, and slit your throat, if you do not follow their strict code.

[ That, in particular, is accompanied by a sneer. ] I find them detestable.