In other words, any attempts of a return may just prove futile.

[He expresses the concern with a small annoyed sigh, but that's the extent of it. It didn't do to dwell too much on what couldn't be changed, and there was certainly no use wasting energy by getting angry about it.

He stretches, raising his arms up and back before letting them drop to his sides.]

Well, if this is to be our fate, we might as well make the best of it.

[A splotch of dirt catches his eye on the corner of his sleeve--no doubt from being dragged in a sack. He licks his thumb and sets to rubbing it out.]

Extravagant banquets, fine dignitaries. Must be something of value concealed behind these walls.