"Mm." Horvath frowns a little, feeling very much the picture of complacency itself now that he's settled in a chair with his leg stretched out and a hand across his stomach. He's tired, though, and that's not from being complacent, either.

"Perhaps, but look around you. If you want to warn your people about this place, be my guest, but it's done me and everyone I've spoken to here far more good than harm, and I suspect any efforts to squash it will meet with resistance." He glances away. "From myself, as well, I'm afraid." He's not trying to sound aggressive about it, but he's not giving up the connection this place has given him to another Balthazar.