Basically it's: "Things were going okay for Markon and his family. It was a hard life of subsistence farming and streets filled with filth, and where half of his kids died before ten, but an honest life nonetheless. Those were known as the good times. But then it was as if the gods turned against their people, with a series of decade-long famines and the invasion by the Sea People."

And I'm like, "Cool cool, alright alright alright. This is fine."