Zul'ran stared around him. From the outside, the city of Westeros seemed like it was going to be as grand as he'd been told it was... that was before he'd entered the city. The Vorkei stared at the destitution around him and sighed. Well, humans had certainly seen better days. He did take notice that there were a few who had lavish manors with railings that cost more than he could ever afford in his lifetime. "Must be where the lords and ladies live..." he observed to himself, muttering under his breath. As he continued, he saw a couple of Zethians walking around, rounding up some of the humans. "Slavemasters, eh? Using the Zethians for that task was probably their best idea ever, as those robots hardly let their emotions in... this could certainly be interesting." Zul'ran continued to observe his surroundings as he explored the once-great city of Westeros.
At one point, Zul'ran found himself having to dodge out of the way of a particularly violent Zethian that used its whip to put a hole in a wall through a poster of a man. The Black Mage took the time to note the serial number on the glorified hunk of junk: X-072. Zul'ran kept his guard up as he moved on, hoping to avoid having to fight against the Zethian. After all, the tin can would have no issues with beating him to a pulp. The only advantage Zul'ran had was his magic. He could easily slow the 'bot down with a quick Blizzard, or blast it with Fire. Either way, he'd be able to make his escape. The Vorkei did nothing as he continued his way through the streets, observing all he saw.