"You do realize that, to someone of Antiva, the Marches are still the barbaric south, yes?" It was said with no little affection- as Antiva had been far too dangerous for him to enjoy and the Imperium full of its own peril- the South had become his home in all its wonders. "Well perhaps if you scowled less fearsome at the common man and wore tighter trousers. I have found that the world opens its arms and its purse when you wear a bright grin and sinfully tight leathers."