Why? Well, flashbacks of a little sweet innocent Zeldor, quietly researching and making friends with all his neighbors, then a little forge goes up for a turn or two, and a while later the world is awash in Tarts
__________________
i crossed blades with the mightiest warriors of the golden age. i witnessed with sorrow the schism that led to the passing of legends. now my sword hangs in its scabbard, with nothing but memories to keep it warm.