"It is a thankless, ugly task. It is a duty that cannot be foresworn." He remembered well enough the talks, the tales. The rules and secrets granted, given freely as there were so few left yet to know them. "People grow comfortable in times of peace. Soft and fat, and they forget those that died to see them made safe."

Blood shed was forgotten, suffering shuffled off. It did not make for good theater, what did they care? "The Wardens are needed. They will always be needed."