I’d heard much of the famed arrogance of Breton nobility, but had mercifully thus far come across very little evidence of it… until I met with Lord Diel.
The insufferable arrogance of nobility is often in their belief that others exist solely for their benefit. This presumptuousness about their own significance, and that of their title, will often come to a most sudden and violent end with the realization that we all bleed red. Perhaps I am equally prejudiced, but right now, I value this man’s life at about the same worth as the creatures he torments and tortures.
The unkind might suggest that this is the Elven heritage of the Breton showing out, whatever, but the way I see it is that such divisive hubris needs be tempered and controlled, lest this Covenant fall by it.