[The first thing Mahmut thinks when he sees the house was that it seemed unwise to build a house out of sweets. Wouldn't it melt in the heat and dissolve in the rain? That would erode the structural integrity of the building, wouldn't it? He's just looking at it and it's offends his sensibilities as a pasha. (Probably Zeki Pasha would have had a field day and already begun tearing it down to build something better.)]
This house couldn't possible have been here long if it's still standing.
III:
[...what is that thing even? Mahmut is looking around the tree his back was pressed to and frowned. There was an arrow nocked, ready to draw his bow. There's an eagle on his shoulder, bigger than his head, looking as uneasy as his master at the huge bird monster.]
...I am fairly certain that, at least, it cannot fly. [Which is the only bright side he can see to this.
Why is he doing this...? What is wrong with this place?]
I hope these sorts of creatures are not common here.
IV:
[A book. He went through all that danger for a book?
And not even a useful book. It was full of childish drawings of...war. His village being slaughtered. The burning of Phoencia. Halil Pasha's severed head on the end of a spear--
Mahmut Tughril | Shoukoku no Altair
[The first thing Mahmut thinks when he sees the house was that it seemed unwise to build a house out of sweets. Wouldn't it melt in the heat and dissolve in the rain? That would erode the structural integrity of the building, wouldn't it? He's just looking at it and it's offends his sensibilities as a pasha. (Probably Zeki Pasha would have had a field day and already begun tearing it down to build something better.)]
This house couldn't possible have been here long if it's still standing.
III:
[...what is that thing even? Mahmut is looking around the tree his back was pressed to and frowned. There was an arrow nocked, ready to draw his bow. There's an eagle on his shoulder, bigger than his head, looking as uneasy as his master at the huge bird monster.]
...I am fairly certain that, at least, it cannot fly. [Which is the only bright side he can see to this.
Why is he doing this...? What is wrong with this place?]
I hope these sorts of creatures are not common here.
IV:
[A book. He went through all that danger for a book?
And not even a useful book. It was full of childish drawings of...war. His village being slaughtered. The burning of Phoencia. Halil Pasha's severed head on the end of a spear--
He shut the book with a decisive snap.]
I suppose it would serve well as a fire starter.