And here they go. Laslow sighs. "It isn't you, Keaton. It's this place! You saw what it looked like out there, when they were bringing us to the city. No grass or trees for miles." It had reminded him of Ylisse, actually, before he went back. "This place isn't like what we're used to, and what if there's no animals to be found? Or they're all sick and inedible?"