[Long description: Ken consoles Ors, in a sideroom of Court Normunt.
Ors: The callous march of time will waste us all. We shall sink into a starless void of chaos. We will not even live to see the heat death of the universe... And Erin hates me.
Ken: Erin wouldn't hate you over a juice stain on some jacket. She tried to hate us before and look where that got her.]
To be fair, it's hard to foresee dinner dates with somebody you fought in court.