Auto-translated
- Big cities aren't for me... - he sighed heavily. - I didn't spend much time there. You can't walk down a narrow street without bumping into a crowd of people, feeling their sweaty bodies... You can't hear your own thoughts, there's nothing to breathe... The only good thing is that they have some concept of nature there. In the form of a baboon statue. But that's just a remnant of their more advanced ancestors. Nowadays, almost all of them only believe in money and violence. They built an arena where thugs fight for the amusement of the local rabble. In short, there's nothing to do there.
With these words, Veserod tried the cake and his expression changed dramatically as he experienced such an unfamiliar taste.