“And what of it? You cannot accuse me. Men die every day. The Mourning decimates the countryside, obliterating indiscriminately. The nobles do nothing. They hoard their piddling treasure troves, hoping it will buy them purchase in the next life. Battles are fought to the last man. The atrocities committed by the townsfolk are overlooked, chalked up to as necessary to survive. Is it even worth surviving in this gods-forsaken hell world?” --Purported as the last words of Yaeza the Tyrant, to her daughter.