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. We could have had a golden age here on our
world, the first true age of freedom ever, but the gods broke
Istar and turned their backs on us. I was a soldier for Istar
before the fall. I was out here in Ergoth hunting down
blood-crazed barbarians when the sky lit up to the east and
the mountain fell on my homeland. Then the earthquakes
and windstorms came, and there was suffering and
starvation for all of us who were left, every damn one. That
was twenty-two years ago, and I remember every moment
of it, every single thing, just like it was yesterday. The gods
did us wrong. The good gods turned evil and sold us out.
They sold us into a pit of serpents like the lowest goblin
whelp."
Jarvis didn't look much like the Jarvis I knew. He
looked more like someone else, and I thought maybe I'd
better be going before he threw something at me even if he
did promise not to. But Jarvis only stared at me some more
and then said, "Get out of here," so I left and didn't write
anything down at all until now.
I walked around town for a little bit after that, thinking
about what Jarvis had said and wishing I could get
something to eat, because I hadn't had anything so far, what
with being chased and thrown in jail and starting fires by
accident. I wasn't getting very far on my assignment, and I
didn't feel very good at all. I finally got a drink of water
from the town fountain, and that helped a little, so I sat on
the fountain rim and bunched myself up because if was still
a little cold, and I wondered why you were so worried about
Ark finding someone who understood why the gods had
destroyed Istar, and how you would feel if no one ever
understood but Ark and me, and how you would feel if
sometimes even Ark and me don't quite understand, either,
since the Cataclysm seems to have made everyone so rude-
minded
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