"Ten hundreds is a thousand, a thousand thousand is a million, a thousand million is a billion. There are thirteen billion Amentans."

"Not that many. Uh. I am not good at math - a twelfth of a billion maybe? And four billion orcs."

"...six is still very few."

"Killing people is bad. It is not allowed."

"It's not allowed on Amenta either, but it happens more than that."

"Well, it doesn't happen much here."

"That's good."

"Yes. - you shouldn't push people off buildings even if they scare you, if you don't have a chip I don't know what they'd do."

"...what do you do to people with chips?"

"You can make a promise with the chip to make it binding, so you can promise not to do it again and then if you try to you just - can't."

"Oh. - You said, uh, I forget the name - the people who don't have them -"

"Dwarves don't have them."

"What do they do?"

"Probably something with money. Dwarves don't have a government they do everything with money."

"...huh. I'm not going to push anyone off a building."

"I didn't think you were," Faerval says. "Just, you're from the third planet so it's hard to know what things you know about."

"Yeah. Sometimes people on Amenta hurt each other. It depends how badly and who they are, whether they get sent to prison or executed."

"Orcs have prisons but Elves don't because we - can't."

"...you can't?"

"We die."

"...from prisons?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"- I don't know. It gets worse and worse and then eventually you can't correct for it and you die."

"Oh."