Bray did not so much as cast a backwards glance as he left Beranme. He had no desire to capture one final glance of their desperate and ostentatious displays. The people paraded like peacocks. They flaunted material gains as if they were things of beauty, but it only served to add glitter to the decaying husks that bore them. The people here had long atrophied in all but body. They had become materialistic vessels to greed, each wanting to appear more prestigious, more worthy of being adored, than their neighbour. They would face hunger to acquire the latest fashion to enhance the facade of richness.
Bray had witnessed real wealth, and these people were severely lacking in all manners. He had heard whispers of this town, of the lavish lifestyle and fascinating people. He had looked forwar
