"Nothing you've heard of Ekataros, however vile, could hope to rival the reality. Cities were not meant to float, you see...it makes people restless, inconstant. Sets them adrift. Their hearts melt into appetites, their minds into deceit...the ribald boasts of your hornbored marauders are nothing to the idle gossip whispered every morning among the yellowed colonnades and oily fountains of the Plaza Katarina. To an honest man, the most wretched, shit-slick streets of your frozen cities would be a more welcome sight than the perfumed, lantern-strewn canals of the Strato Grandioza."