Old World, Old Blood, and Old Grudges...

Where did it all go wrong?  If I had to answer that question, then I would definitely have to say that it all went wrong the moment that we broke our timeless traditions.

Had we stayed the course and firmly rejected the improper succession of predestined rights, we would have not ended up where we are right now. False kings beget doomed futures... 

— Meditations on the Great Failure of the Fourth Cycle

Though the stone floor beneath her feet was cold as ice, she did not mind it all. If anything, the chill underneath her feet was a grounding element for her; the cold, sharp pain kept her from thinking too much about extraneous matters. 

But it wasn't as if she was a stranger to the cold chill of the stone floor either, so it did not affect as much her as the first time she had stepped upon it.