"I believe that is true in every world. The farmer is not as admired as the warrior. Even among the gods, they prefer to tell stories of the battles they faced and the blood they shed. Quiet and toil are beneath them." She shrugged her shoulders, stopping for a moment to pick a few of the wildflowers lining the road.

"Certainly this world allows you a bit more of that quiet? It doesn't seem as though there is a great army assembling or a war to wage?" Unless these Observers would eventually need to be dealt with in that manner, this place seemed rather calm and languid.

"There must be more that you are good at."