To what end do we ply our craft? For every great foe that is slain, another lies in wait. For every corrupt politician deposed, another rises to take their place. Does this carousel ever end? Is this what it means to be a hero in this world?
And what of the people? The everyday citizens who inhabit the cities, towns, and farms. Their lives have been torn asunder and nothing short of tumultuous for far too long. Certainly the greatest beasts and villains must be stopped from doing further damage, but there is no shortage of soldiers and adventurers to face them down.
But then what, back on the merry-go-round? Would our powers not be better spent helping restore peace and well-being to the people? To build something enduring and foster a sense of community, enrich the lives that have been most affected, and restore some sense of purpose and meaning to the world around us?