Another century, another armistice. Why I always have to end up where everyone else is, I don’t know. I don’t like cities. I come from a tribe of around twenty or so, and we hunted and foraged over more land than these people put thousands in. Plus they stink.
From what I have been able to determine, the burglar and the madman are no more, but I could swear I saw the sea snake or one of its brethren in one of the canals. I cannot say I am disappointed at their passing, only that I could not have been the one to introduce them to their afterlife.
Oh. Yeah. Like you’ve never thought that about anybody.