"The natives?" he asked, a hint of amusement leaking into his voice. "You'd be better off leaving them to their own devices. While they are content to do as they please, 'what they please' can be thought of in the most narrow of terms. They please little, and will take anything that shines as currency. Useful, but telling, wouldn't you say?" Marluxia finished the last of his--by now cold--tea and set the empty cup off to the side.

"The 'guests' are a more varied bunch, many from different worlds--with a few coming from the same ones as others--and many still who come from different times than one another. People have even managed to come across doubles of themselves. You come across all types in this city."