honorless among thieves

"You ward stolen gold, dragon. How much did it cost to mold it to your desires?"

"Everything."

Nathaniel's talisman is something of great value, pillaged from his home kingdom, and reshaped to serve a vain purpose of his own. Purely to spite those who betrayed him, he carries it with pride.

Cursed shall be the dead, that worshipped what they never wore.

Let them burn for their indulgence, evermore.

As I carry your molten idol, before me, I expect you to kneel.

You see, I never understood its appeal.

Adore me, cowards.