[If only they were ghosts, then Jade would have sussed them out much sooner. Even though she already did sense that something was wrong with this place the moment she approached that main gate... it didn't matter. Not much else did. Most of her friends were dead, and what few companions she had weren't speaking to her anymore, and she didn't blame them. Silvergrove just seemed to be a peaceful place to rest. If not for a little while, then for good.]

No. They're more like... puppets. Empty bodies without wills of their own. [She glances down at the brandy bottle.] Here it's peaceful -- everyone is nice and accepting, no one ever goes hungry or thirsty. But it's just a veil. None of it's real. And I don't just mean the dream part. It's been like this for years.

[Jade nods at the glittering sea.]

Out there, the world is a lot less picturesque. I've seen armies cutting down villages on the mere suspicion that they might be supplying their enemies, people burning alive on crosses, corpses hanging from trees like rotting fruit. All in the name of power or some dead gods that never gave a shit about any of them.

[Really not doing a good job at selling her world as being one of worth here. Bear with her here.]