I... don't really know how to describe it to someone from a time period where crossbows are the most advanced form of warfare.

[He tries to consider it, staring thoughtfully into his gin and tonic, before taking another drink and letting out a long breath.]

A lot of assholes. It's the kind of place where everyone's looking out for themselves and trying to get ahead by stepping on the backs of everyone around them. [Rhys shrugs.] Not that I'm any different. It's the kind of place that I do well in.