Yang-Li sat back in a rickety tavern chair that creaked miserably under his weight, perhaps praying for a swift chair death rather than its current crushing. The Pandaren didnât look about to oblige.âKarma! Pah, I have heard of this, yes. The great balancing of things, where all that is done in your life reflects at some point upon your fate in the future. Whether in this life, in the next â the stories differ, I think. But do I believe it!â A momentâs pause to really ruminate on the question, brows crinkling heavily.ââŚI want to believe it. That is not to say that I do. I am not convinced. Too many injustices befall too many kind people for me to be convinced. But some part of me wants more than anything to say, yes, this is the way of things, and all will resolve itself. I only wish that I could.â One hearty swig of his mead, and Yang-Li let out a heavy sigh. âBut no. No, more than ever lately I find that if an outcome must be brought about, you must do it yourself. It is people I believe in, not cosmic fates. People will impact one anotherâs lives, without question.â