People, when will they learn the insignificance of their lives? When will they realise their tiny struggles have no effect on the greater state of things, and stop trying? Jahn thought as he shoved aside a dangerous pie seller infringing on his person. He took shelter from the sun underneath the eaves of a rich merchant's house. Wiping sweat from his brow, he tried to relax in the relative respite granted by the shade. But I, Jahn Moorse, will not be dragged down by this. I have the power to change the world. I am no insignificant worm, merely struggling to keep my own life afloat. They will all see, in the end. He reviewed his plans. So complex, so beautifully choreographed. He could not help but question the motives of those who gave him this contract. What benefits would they reap from his service? But he could not deny his agreement with their cause. The newly crowned king was the son of the last despot, pampered all his pitiful life. He was in no way capable of leading the mighty kingdom.
