The nation of Ingrad and its people had been blessed by the Gods. Unlike other nations that had fought specifically for such blessings, they wanted nothing to do with war or violence. What came as a surprise to most was that no nation ever dared to attack Ingrad. Had the reason been that they received the blessings without any bloodshed? What could have been the reason for such an anomaly considering that the Gods of Yattwa sought out nothing more than death and destruction as compensation for their blessings. Yet Ingrad stood there as a beacon of change and progress.

Hundreds of such questions had filled Jacobs mind as he tried to find any source that could prove his theories. In the well respected and elite community of 'Practicing Historians' he had been considered a laughing stock. To be in such high society and to be so lowly ranked had been impossible to comprehend to the rest of the members. Needles to say Jacob never received any help no matter how unique his approach to the subject had been.

So he came up with an idea. Why be a part of a community that laughs behind your back, no matter how prestigious it may be. He had no use for such prestige considering that even his smallest effort to organize something had been immediately shot down. It did not take him long to see the true nature of his colleagues who only enjoyed the membership of the so called high society but in actuality never produced any meaningful research. It had always been about being better than someone else. He had enough of it.