All Dregs yearn for faith in some form of cause, belief, or guidance. The Countryside beckons such miserable lot to its decrepit domain whereby they scavenge for truth. Many are given purpose through cruel acts, while others languish in madness. How so few question this existence under their venerable Titans. Only those who perpetuate this cycle and smother its rejects may know bliss. Saints preserve the wretches whose ears echo this land’s end.