"Consider the empires around you: in the passage of eras and generations, this dynasty will die; but the surviving fragments thereof shall be counted artefacts that have outlived a great passage of time.
So if antiqued relics are counted so valuably merely for the lasting of their lives against time and dynamic environment, how much more are you worth for surviving the tempests of life and the aging of your soul?"
~
The Under-Ground abyss beneath St. Erdengaur,
Beneath the Under-Ground Dungeons,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
As Jaycob Oreius walked stealthily and cautiously through the black and narrow space, the sounds of sizzling began to grow intense until a gasp escaped him; dark, but lit eyes widened from the sight of one of the most terrible and breath-taking sceneries he had ever encountered in twenty and seven years.
