Samuel was met with an amused expression. "Cesspit? Right on that. Hatred? Eh, folk 'round here seem too caught up in their own shit to actually hate. But violence?" Another mean laugh. "Boy oh boy, this place is chock-full of that. Militaries unregulated and stacked here by the dozen, people doing whatever they want... this place is a boiling pot. And whatever asshole is in charge around here forgot to take off the lid." He patted the tactical holster that was strapped around his body. There was a slightly curved sheathe that looked like a machete's housing, although no handle protruded from it. Only a decently thick metal ring. "Arioch Blaine. I already know who you are, so no need to worry about being polite. After all, we're in the rudest place imaginable. Perfect for someone like me." Another anomaly in habit. He lacked the passionate hatred of most of Farcon's men in his tone when he talked about the Dojo.

"Hatred and Violence go hand and hand here. Not too long ago a bounty was posted for one of the more...undesirable people here, not to mention the countless witch hunts in the past. The Dojo has no leader, the only thing closest are 'Sensei's'. A title that is meaningless once you actually encounter them, seeing how none of them could probably teach you or I a thing. Although I feel as if those Trayvens or whoever I was told threaten that leaderless system. The only true way to describe this place is chaos incarnate." He told Arioch with honesty, something that was rare nowadays. Samuel was numbed to it all, something that assisted in his operations on Tatakai compared to those who were new. He held his own hatred for the Dojo, having witnessed the ugly truth about it one too many times. Unlike Arioch he lacked any sort of holster or sheathe that was visible, perhaps he either hidden a weapon very carefully on him or he was skilled enough to handle dojoites. "Judging by what you said it seemed you were expecting me, may I ask what it is?"