"There exist no empire without those who build the walls to defend it, those who dwell within it's spires who toil in it's shops who... who give it life. Our 'glorious leader' would be wise to remember that, before damning his naysayers to the Guillotine." -Final words of Bolson Brandt, 388 C.A. Royal Executioner of King Ducain, moments before his own beheading.
The lifeblood of Everwealth, at least what remains of it, society is by Scholar's Guild definition 'an aggregate of folk in regular communication, cooperatively living or working together within defined communities'. As such, Everwealth society, from it's lovely cannibalistic religious sects to the diverse, all-inclusive underworld slave trades, is a mountain of a topic covering the collective ideologies, goals, and individual labors of different folk numbering in the millions, each with their own cultures, backgrounds and preferences creating innumerable variety of nuances between them one-and-all. Those among the high-society of Opulence for instance may take great offense at a dinner guest's unintentionally poor choice of cutlery for a given dish, just as a human apprentice of a Blacksmith will likely live a life of, relative, ease compared to the personal challenges a Goblin stable-hand living in the same town, for no other reason than widespread prejudice against the 'Greenbacks'. Whatever the case, if you wish to avoid making another embarrassing comment at your next gala, you'd do well to hone your social graces.