"Can you believe that?" Ayra called out, as soon as she and Jewel entered the safety of Jewel's nest. "People are getting kicked out of here for disliking some stupid idea?"

It's important to them, Jewel thought. Just leave them. They'll be fine without your interference. 

"It's not about my interference," Ayra sighed. "It just bugs me. The elves think they're better than all other people, the dragons think they're better than all humanoids, the red dragons think they're better than all the other dragons... Are we the only ones in here that are capable of a little modesty?"

I guess, Jewel simply replied. 

"I mean, I have to agree that an army of dragons could easily wipe out an army of humanoids," Ayra continued, pacing through the room, "but that doesn't make them better as a species. It just makes them better at battling. We're better at other things." She stopped, and turned to Jewel, gesturing wildly. "You know, if we'd all work together, elves and eminns and dwarves and also dragons, we'd be capable of doing so many awesome things, but instead we focus on how we're better than others. Why?"

Because you're an idealistic dreamer, that's why, Jewel thought. Most people are just interested in who's better than who. We all live too short to really care about how to become better as a whole. We just want to win this one contest and be done with it.

Ayra slammed her fists against the wall. "I have to make it clear to them," she said, more to herself than to Jewel. "Things need to be fair. We don't live in a multicultural land to ignore the possibilities."

Jewel closed his eyes and shook his head. We live in a multicultural land because one king got the idea of conquering such a huge area that many cultures lived in it. There was no goal. It certainly wasn't what you think it is; only eminns get to be royals, and that is for a reason. 

"Then still," Ayra said, "we'd better use what we have. I'll write a play to make that clear. Do you have any ink?" 

No, Jewel thought, we scratch in wood. And also, again, just leave it. It works like this. Why disturb our ways if they work? 

"Because they don't," Ayra said, "that's why." She took her dagger and walked back to the wall. There she scratched in huge letters in the wood-covered wall: A NEW PARADISE TO BUILD. "That's the name of my play," she said, and gestured to it. "A New Paradise To Build." 

It's a stupid idea, Jewel thought. But I'll help you. In our language, it's written like this: And he scratched three signs into the wall, under Ayra's letters. Should I explain the rules of the plays to you?

"No," Ayra said, "Don't. I follow my own rules. Let it be controversial, that's exactly my intention."

You're a fool, Jewel thought, but he had a dragonish smile on his face.