"Hmph. I can scarcely convince anyone from my star, and yet here you are, simply accepting it." He kicks some dust on the floor, scowling at the mark left behind. "But I doubt you will believe how the current state of man came to be. 'Twas all the doing of a self-proclaimed goddess called Hydaelyn."

The venom in his voice when he spits out that name hints at a deep, long-held grudge. His hands ball into tight fists.

"She sundered the star and all those upon it, you see. Divided them on a material and immaterial level, to the point where their lives are so thin that they are a fraction of what they used to be."