In that case, I will keep looking for more suitable clothing.

[ Except for the sandals, Linhardt is still in his clothing from Fodlan. Everything else he's found so far has had an odd feel, not fit him correctly, or been far too thin to be of any use as an actual article of clothing. The corpse man's clothes, however, suggest that better garments could be found. Perhaps he should check all of the apartments. ]

Did you initiate hostilities, or did they?

[ Beating a man and leaving him to die is horrific. However, the man had admitted to being fond of corpses and lacking empathy. ]

I would like to know if your attackers are morally bankrupt or simply stupid.

[ It's a toss up, based on what Linhardt has seen of human nature. Having finally exhausted his initial perusal of the books, Linhardt slinks into a chair, sinking into the cushions and letting his head fall back. This would be a good chair for sleeping. He shuts his eyes and stays quiet, considering the other man's words. Slipping. That is an interesting verb to use.]

I certainly have no intention of being useful. Do you think that we'll be sent back if we're not? Or 'slip'?

[ That idea makes Linhardt shiver. He does not particularly want to return to Fodlan.]