Venetus slowly walks up to the plaza in the Last City, his feet dragging from exhaustion and loss. His tattered cloak flows behind him, remnants of better days.

As he emerges into the plaza, he then spots you.

Greetings. I'm just out enjoying the view. Do not mind me.

*He pauses, lost in thought for a moment.

The Red War, the Almighty... we've survived it all. But the cost... He trails off.

Forgive me, I did not mean to dampen your day. The City stands, and that is all that matters.