We all have our little corners of the world that we inhabit, be it Stavenn for the Stavennite Empire, or Kinsarmar for the prosti...err Kinsarmarians. For those of you whom do not know me, I am Sani, I too have a little corner of the world.

Of course my corner of the world happens to be slap bang in the middle of it, a fitting local i'm sure you'll agree. Now, being a Lycaean and of a Lupine decent, territory is rather important to me...as some of you are already aware, isn't that right Shukron? There is of course a natural flow to the world, I could hardly stop you all moving through Caanae on your daily business, however seen as its my territory there are certain...limits.

What would these limits be? Well, being someone who enjoys killing stuff I take great pride in my hunting grounds...known as the Ancient sewers of Caanae. Rather than having to tell every single one of you i'll just tell the world instead.

KEEP OUT OF MY SEWERS!

If you choose too, and I don't like you, or I don't know you...then i'll hunt you. Its that simple.

Some of you of course are exempt. If i like you...my lands are yours to enjoy!

Remember pups, ignorance is no excuse. You have been warned.

The Dragon, Sani Krax'ai, Telepath of Terror.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Artificium, in the year 606 AD.