The Ashbringer walked through the streets of the city, fire dancing on his fingertips. Every banner depicting The Owl King lay burnt and smoldering. Fearful citizens watched in windows. Men and women ran out of houses to attack, but they were swiftly burnt down. The Ashbringer continued. As he turned a corner, a single man stood in his way, holding a scythe.
"Out of my way." The Ashbringer commanded.
"I will, but I must ask a question."
"Go on."
"Why? Why all of this?" The man motioned to the city, the burnt banners, the sinking ships in the bay.
"Why? Why do I do this?" The Ashbringer laughed. It echoed around the city. " Because I can. Because none of this matters, it all falls." He lowered his voice to a deadly whisper. "Nothing matters, because it all falls eventually. Your wife, or husband. Your children! Your home! Your city, country, world, planet, realm! It all falls!" The Ashbringer shouted into the houses.
The man moved out of the way. "You were hurt."
The Ashbringer walked past, back turned.
"You know nothing about me." The Ashbringer spoke over his shoulder, his voice hard and bitter.
