The Horn is sold and the world burns beneath the injustice of it all. Children cry, mothers weep in the streets, men gaze blankly into space contemplating the end of all days. Guardians from all over throw their coins at Xur, reveling in their glory as the most coveted of all exotics is transferred into their inventory by the Agent of the Nine. The "Earners" look on with disgust, polishing their Gjallarhorn earned through killing that one boss that one time while being carried through the Vault of Glass or beating Crota senseless as he kneels forever in a loop of disconnection. Some opened a chest somewhere in the Vault and others opened a chest in the Thrall Labyrinth back in the days of the "Free Exotic Chest". What all the "Earners" have in common: silent tears as they mourn the loss of their "status", their pride at having a weapon that some people didn't have. These Guardians care not about the impending war with Oryx nor the unceasing battle we wage against the Darkness, they care only about their ego...they truly are the Guardians that will sit back and watch the world burn...for they only care about themselves...