There were many problems with being trapped upon these islands. Not knowing what was happening back home with his father, with his people. The people here were strange, their clothes... the food...the women's clothes... On one hand he felt like he could not follow the Codes since he wasn't at the Shattered Plains. They weren't at war here. But what if he ended up back home...

In the meantime... there were the clothes. There was the fashion. Still in his Kohlin blue uniform, Adolin walked down the market street staring into the shop windows. "Storms..." he said softly. "People actually wear these?"