Everything bleeds.

Everything has a biology in this world, even if it’s a bizarre biology. You don’t get beings made out of elemental fire, or brought to life by stories, or sustained by drinking blood.

Everything costs.

If there’s an opportunity to make a quick buck, no matter how degrading or dangerous, then you can guarantee that not only will somebody be doing it: they’ll be fighting off competition Largo for the job.

Power corrupts.

The people at the top of the ladder look after their own. The people in the middle of the ladder look after their own, and look hungrily up, waiting for somebody to slip. Nobody gets anywhere in Tarsium by doing things for the right reason.


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