Softhearted Lunacy

"A complete tragedy! Oh people, my friends! Not a single one, not even one, not even half of one! None of the heroes of yore I have visited in their tombs answered my call for help, or worse, they had answered the call from beyond instead! Argh, is it too much to ask for a hero worthy of their title?!" a certain raving lunatic of a prophet was currently singing his laments inside of a tavern, where he had stopped whilst on his way back to visit the king of Tamaris.

"Can you believe this, heroes entombed in personal graves, their coffins exquisitely carved and frescoes of their supposedly great deeds painted upon the walls, won't even bother to rise from the dead to fight again, absolute bums I am telling you!" by this point, no one was really listening to him any longer.

Except for the person that was sitting across from him, who wasn't really appreciating him going into rants and chants in the middle of a discussion.