Tristian cocks his head to the side in wonder. "Do you not see? Every word uttered in the heat of an argument

Tristian cocks his head to the side in wonder. "Do you not see? Every word uttered in the heat of an argument turns into a prophecy here, just waiting to fulfill itself. And if it were only for the people — the land itself is seething with curses so ancient their origins are impossible to trace!"