A hierarchy exists between the different types of ghouls. At the bottom of this social order are the shambling ghouls. With their blank, hungry stares and perpetually hunched backs, they are the thugs of their species, weak on their own, but dangerous in numbers. They reproduce faster than others of their kind, but their lives are shorter. They are sometimes seen in daylight, despite their light-sensitive eyes, and even eat meat that has barely begun to decompose. Other ghouls detest them and stay away from them.
—The Buzzing, The Secret World
It's a difficult job, dealing with the Remade. There's so much contempt, prejudice against them. Divide, rule. Trying to link up, so people don't... judge them as monsters... it's really hard. And it's not like people don't know they've got fucking horrendous lives, for the most part... it's that there's a lot of people who kind of vaguely think they deserve it, even if they pity them, or think it's Gods-given or rubbish like that.
—Derkhan, Perdido Street Station
I know Luna wants to be accepted into the magical world, and I also know there's not much chance of it happening. Mage society is based on a hierarchy of power: the stronger your magic, the more status you have. Sensitives like Luna are second-class citizens at best.
"Beneath the high stone walls where the noble families play at politics, the lower castes live in their shadows, scurrying to serve like their ancestors before them. Below that is you. You are casteless, the dirty secret staining Orzammar's perfect society — forced, along with your sister, to sell your services to the crime lord Beraht. To the rest of Orzammar, you are proof that the casteless deserve their fate. But you know you do what you have to, the same as everyone, just to survive."
— Dragon Age: Origins, Dwarf Commoner intro
