"Craig is nothing short of a brute—like a plague in motion." "Yet, if you follow the little dog from Craig’s household, you’ll find food, for Mr. Craig scatters breadcrumbs on the ground to feed it." "Bless his kindness." It is an age steeped in sin and shadow, where torn limbs and shattered entrails pale beside the ugliness of the human heart. "Mr. Craig is the only light in these times, shining brighter than the wan sun." "Mr. Craig no longer lets us pick up the breadcrumbs from the ground; instead, he smiles and pours us a glass of milk." "No, that is the Empire’s First Knight. Our noble prince, the valiant heir of The Empire, His Grace Darius, ordered him to do so." "By command of His Grace Darius, he is to give bread, milk candies, potato balls, and eggs to the city’s elders, orphans, and women—lest he suffer the harshest punishment. Yes, His Grace Darius will lash him fiercely with a whip." The Empire’s heir Darius: "?" That sly fellow Craig had begun spreading rumors again, until… the gossip turned scandalous, and only then did Darius grasp the severity of the matter.