Perhaps it's better to die like this...
The last vestige of Hadlan's sanity wailed on the mental battlefield like the storm border.
As one of the three dwarven leaders who originally made the pact with Mother Gaia, he let his people fall into a frenzy for external possessions, exchanging their souls, minds, and traditions for the prosperity of the tribe.
But all gifts come with a price. After enjoying wealth for hundreds of years, the Brass Dwarves must also accept their future and end as eternal pursuers of wealth.
Banok didn't think it was a bad thing.
Wealth could buy everything, including victory and prosperity, but his mind had been utterly poisoned the moment he first confronted the shadow of subspace, and a madman's thoughts could not be the standard for normal people.
As a leader, Hadlan saw further.
The pursuit of wealth might indeed bring the Brass Dwarves back to their peak, but the desire that accompanies it is boundless.
