Hissra did not like this place. He had not spent much time in human cities before going to Amaranthine, in fact when traveling he had avoided them. Now he was grateful he had done so. The city of Denerim was crowded, rank and dirty. The houses and buildings were clustered so closely together there seemed to be little space for movement, especially for one of Qunari size. And here, in what his companions called "the Alienage" it was even worse. The houses here were not made of sturdy stone like the rest of the city, but built of odd pieces of wood that barely fit together correctly. There was trash scattered on the muddy ground, and other things that Hissra did not want to contemplate too long. Feral dogs lounged in the sun or scavenged in piles of refuse.
The people themselves, the elves, were dirty and scrawny, malnourished poverty stricken creatures. Hissra pitied them, and thought less and less of the human system of rule they found themselves beneath. Not only did these people have little to sustain themselves in the way of money or food, but they lived in fear of being sold away as slaves. Perhaps in some lands the life of a slave would be preferable to this, but Hissra frowned. Humans and Elves lived under the rule of the Qun in other lands, in Par Vollen and Rivain, and they would never be treated as these elves had been. It was appalling and Hissra found that he wanted to say something. He glanced at the Karashok, his eyes conveying his disturbance at their surroundings, the rest of his face impassive.
Urchins had approached the group, perhaps intent to rob them. Hissra glanced at their dirty faces as they stared back in what was half-fear. After a moment, he pulled a small paper bag from his pack, which contained miniature baked goods. He had enough coin to return to the bakery before they departed Denerim, and so he squatted briefly to offer the bag to the children. "Only if you give Hissra your word to share. He will be watching."
After passing the bag over he stood slowly. Lalin had returned from her excursion... doing whatever it was she went off to do, and had drawn some of the others aside for discussion. He wasn't sure if it was important. If it was, they would be made aware. For now, Hissra felt on edge. He would prefer to go back to the market, to finish resupplying, and to be away from all this poverty. It made him angry with the humans. He took a moment, and then found peace within himself, knowing that one day the Qunari would conquer these lands, and press the people to their way, changing things for the better. He nodded, finding hope in that.