Sitting at his not-so-humble winery, Raziel eats popcorn. "Damn, Cresence. They really attacked your marriage, there. That's tragic." As he opens a bottle of wine, he turns to his daughter. "Such is the folly of the Democracts: They elect one competent leader. But they do not let not him select the next, no! They let the crowd appoint another, as if a mage knows, how to rule. Or as if a fisherman knows. And so, you get fools in power. And they bicker amongst one another... endlessly..."