Silco didn't think it was particularly wonderful, and he scoffed, a soft, derisive note. It's the sort of thing people said when they wanted to manipulate him -- thinking that the uneducated Zaunites, the filth under their feet -- would not be smart enough to pick up on it. Silco thinks of Hythlodaues in the same way, seeing him as a curiosity, or something to observe.

He took a sip of his drink, and shook his glass, thinking, even so. He didn't know the kind of world Hythlodaeus was from, or what sort of place could leave someone without... strife in such a way.

"Very well. Isn't it boring, living with no troubles like you did?" he asked, bluntly.