[Eridanus gives a half-shrug, not seemingly bothered by her thoughts.]

Honestly, I am rather intrigued by this conversation, I apologize if my demeanor makes it seem otherwise. I think that you pose some very interesting ideas, ones I have not heard of from others during my three months here.

[He swirls his wine once more before taking an indulgent sip. When his lips leave the rim of his glass, its with a heavy sigh on his lips.]

If anything, in terms of longevity, I am more concerned with what happens when our food sources run out. Sure, Bavan is over-populated now — but have you seen how many newcomers show up here? Who's to say in a few years time, we may all be starving to death. At that point, there is no continuation of Ryslig, there is only desolate wasteland.