Within Draega's walls, it's no good. [But then Rhus' smile turns into a sly, little one, a corner of his lips quirking up. It's clear that he has an idea...

And he's not shy about making it known.]

But outside? No one gives a rat's turd. Unless they've a ship-- then that's their territory. [And obviously they really should not care what happens in the sailors' and mercenaries' own ships... If they ruin what's their property, they have only themselves to blame.]