Darin listened to the raging mob calling for blood outside the castle. "All my best work failed to get them to turn on you. Yet this man falls from the sky and they are transformed into a wild mob in moments." Tralin sighed deeply. "Draynor is dead, the Drakel have taken large parts of traditional land, and something I myself have since countenanced. The Brilhado are directly or indirectly tied to all of our miseries. They are scared, tired, and angry. Can you expect any more of them?" "It is very easy to handle small setbacks when your world is secure. The world is no longer secure for them..."