"Ah, foreplay, dear reader—necessary, delicious, and, as any lover will attest, an art unto itself. Yet allow me to skip it for now, before I wander too far, and let me introduce you to my homeland: Valleterna. A land of many voices, each one louder than the last, like a choir stubbornly refusing to find harmony. Once, we toiled beneath the Galdoric Empire’s iron fist—cruel, cold, and unyielding, until we rose, as all great people do, to cast off their so-called ‘High Divine.’ But unlike the Morvathians, who march as one, or the Demenorans, who forge unity in steel, we in Valleterna… well, we had other ideas. Oh, we came together, sí—if by ‘together’ you mean bickering over whose idea was best, whose voice the loudest, and whose sword the sharpest. But occasionally—ah, occasionally—we remember ourselves. We stand as one, if only because no fox wishes to return to the hunter’s snare. Still, we have the finest wine in all of Vespero, and that, my friend, is worth raising a glass to—preferably two."