People of this generation in Laine, young or old, had only heard legends of Gareth and few had actually seen him with their own eyes.
Even Old William had met him face to face, but he was far too young at the time to comprehend Gareth's strength.
In the words of Aige, the demigod of the Elegy Poetry Society, Gareth had transcended the mundane world; it was only his entrapment within a mortal shell that kept him from liberation.
Thus, Gareth slew dragons as if he were slaughtering chickens. His unreasonable strength terrified the Githyanki and their Red Dragons, who didn't dare to confront him directly, resorting instead to exiling him and attempting to take Miss Bone Dragon hostage.
If it weren't for Gareth's obsession with Miss Bone Dragon's allure, completely voiding his qualifications to vie for a Deity Position, even Ghoul Yugas wouldn't dare to conjure such thoughts, for fear that Gareth could decapitate him before the Guild Leader could even react to save him.
