"The road and its surrounding area is supposed to be managed by a local council; only the current "local" council consists of rich nobles and merchants who only care about their own private estates, and if a crisis comes up, they expect those on the ground, like myself to take care of it so they don't have to. Their "meetings" usually revolve around a hunting trip on someone's private hunting grounds; it's shameful really, but nobody is willing to do anything about it. It might actually help if they expected a lot; as least then, people would have something to focus on. As it is, they simply don't care, except when they are directly impacted." Eldrick alternates between sad, angry, and just plain tired while discussing the local lords and their destructive apathy.