Somewhere over the Imperials Lands, voices can be heard dripping down from the heavens.

"What are my priests supposed to do with all of this...crap?", grates a frustrated voice.

"The lazy sects want the touch of my divines, yet they bring nothing of use to them."

"The lazy sects? You mean the blades, don't you?", bellows a forceful voice.

"You two can argue all you want. The fact of the matter is that the shadow cannot fence everything that is coming in. It is a burden.", whispers a shadowy voice.

"Well, if the blades could tell the difference between worthless goods and things of value..."

"If the divine weren't so busy with their heads up your ass..."

"Why don't the two of you think with your heads instead of your prides for a moment?", rages a deep voice.

"Make them all gather what is needed instead of what isn't needed anymore."

"Oh, this is rich..."