“I’m sure the people would prefer to have plentiful food on their tables,” I protest. “Watching people be slaughtered for sport isn’t exactly essential to their survival.” “No, it’s not. But imagine if every person in the Peaks suddenly realized the Council was just an organization of wealth hoarders who do a piss-poor job of feeding and clothing them. Imagine, for a moment, that there was nothing to fear in this land but death by freezing or starvation. The Council would have daily riots on their hands, instead of adoration and praise.”
