There is a sort of folly that makes one overestimate the value they place on something. Imagine a knight who wants to be brave and courageous, whose pursuit of

There is a sort of folly that makes one overestimate the value they place on something. Imagine a knight who wants to be brave and courageous, whose pursuit of valor takes him to a place where he heard many evil creatures are gathered. So he goes into a starving mongrel's den and attempts to slay the wild beasts. He kills one, strikes another, and the rest get away. He drags the dead one back to the city square where his minstrels sing his praises. He killed one wild animal, that may or may not have hurt anyone, and achieves a great deal of valor, all at very little risk to himself in his shiny armor. Meanwhile the next town over is being raped and pillaged by bears, lions, pirates and wildfires.