November 25th
In the Aether, Zatarros was in the kitchen cooking something. Obstinance and Nihilism walked in and immediately noticed a smell that made Obstinance's stomach curl in knots.
"What the hell are you cooking?" he said, trying to ignore the smell.
"Tafod stew. Its really good, and I usually ate it at least once a month. Its hard to find the ingredients here when everyone is obedient."
"YOU'RE A CANNIBAL?!" Nihilism shrieked.
"No!" Zatarros laughed at Nihilism's face, only stopping when Nihilism regained his composure. He opened the pot, and a waft of steam carried the smell of bitter kale, savory pork, and what smelled like a mix between veal and beef into their faces. He dropped a spoonful of cayenne into the pot and mixing it with the ladle. The smell slowly lifted from repulsive to savory, but slightly metallic.

"I used to make dissidents grind the cayenne out of the plants with their bare hands for 15 hours a day for a month. I drain some of their blood into it if they conspire with outsiders."
He spoke before returning to silence, stirring the soup with the ladle. Stirring, stirring, stirring. Nihilism spoke up.

"You give everyone respect but us. We've only been putting up with you because you keep living standards for commoners on Pavrus on the rise and they would lose their minds and plunge us back into the common chaos of this realm's history. We're going to make this clear once and only once. We are your equals and if you don't treat us properly, we will kill you, and get Prosperity out of that cell."

Zatarros looked at them bewildered. He took the ladle out of the soup pot, holding some in it. He walked over to Nihilism and looked at him. The bewilderment quickly fell away as he assumed a sadistic grin and swiftly splashed the boiling liquid into Nihilism's eyes and spit on Nihilism's extremely well crafted and sewed violet denim vest. Nihilism screamed in pain and tried to attack him with a dagger he was holding in that vest, but Zatarros grabbed the dagger and redirected it into Nihilism's own chest area. Nihilism dropped to his knees and fell over. Zatarros spoke.

"I myself am short on patience. I treat you far better than I should. Nihilism is but a tailor. A pity he may not teach others that talent now that he has wasted it on weaving delusions. You, doctor, will suffer the same fate if you do this again. That tailor shall suffice as an example to you as to what you will suffer should you try that. I led a tribe once, and do now. You have never been a leader and never will. Do not step out of what the world gave you. This realm is full of people who are naturally tendant to degeneracy, selfishness, crime, civil war, and disorder. Even if he were different, a leader unidentifiable with his people has no power to affect change."

Zatarros went back to cooking. Obstinance feeling some sense of despair, walked out.