Balthier laughed slightly. "Good. I try my best to keep those days are well behind me. Although it is... remarkably hard to forget about something, I have come to realise." he added, his voice faltering slightly near the end. His usual tone of voice replaced with one of disapointment. "Anyway. What bothered me most about the life of a noble is the contempt those with high social standings felt for those below them. Arcadia, the city I grew up in was the worst example is this. Money rules everything there. Find yourself without it, and you may as well hang yourself. Many a unfortunate soul has been kicked out of the city itself, into the proverbial sewers with naught but the clothes on their back. Sometimes not even that. Then there was the discrimination. Any and all who aren't Hume aren't even alowed in the city."