"Of course she did!" spoke the voice of another young male with white-silver hair in short spikes. This lad's red eyes looked in a condescending manner at the green-haired girl in her tattered clothes. He held this expression in spite of the death stare this girl offered the male he spoke to, as if he didn't care whatsoever. "You see what she's wearing? Only someone from the Forsaken Lands couldn't even afford a decent pair of clothes to put on their backs!" he added.

At that moment, another male interjected. This particular lad wore no shirt whatsoever, only cladding himself in a pair of dark pants and boots, as well as an open white jacket that revealed his uncommonly-muscular build beneath. This individual with spiky black hair stepped up and patted the back of the condescending lad, doing so in a manner which seemed to cause the latter great discomfort from the impact. "Oi! Aren't you a foreigner? I'm pretty sure that doesn't give you a lot of room to talk, dude!"