This city, Mersood, appeared small compared to the ones that Remira had visited in her travels. The language of this country is also a bit alien; the accent was one thing that she couldn't adapt to so easily.
As for the traditions? They disgusted her, the thought of destroying certain industries did come to her head, but her hands stopped. This place is different from the one she grew up in. Among all the gold, prosperity, and riches of Azad, there was blood of countless innocent people fertilizing it.
And she had no power or influence to change it in any way; that's how the nature of traditions is. It's hard to get rid of for those who enjoy it. To them, it's a daily occurrence like drinking water or waking up on the right side of the bed.
