But though the fountains now run dry...

...in Asodel the mourners lie.

Beneath the mountains of the sky.

And as the city slowly falls, they wait within the death-still* halls.

As hawkers flee from their stalls.

Burning buildings tumble down, as floods entice the fools to drown.

All for taking up the Platinum Crown.

*No relation to the death-stills from Dune.