There has never been a time for peace in Skara. War is the only possible way of surviving. A son no longer lives in the land of his parents, and parents no longer live to watch their grandsons grow.
And so Time goes by.
From the northern woods of Tamvaasa to the southern desert of Cêlea, men and women fight for the land, for the food and for their own lives. And as surely as the two suns rise, so do the races swear to fight on, until the end of their existence.
There has never been a time for peace in Skara.