They were born before we were, and they will last, long after we die.
Non-Nagani are no more then our lower caste. While they may have property in their lands, they are nothing more than the dirt at our feet. Even our lower class can order a human in our lands. One day it will be as such in their lands.
Rsskilarn, High Priest and second hand to Tlatoani
“Evil” often infests swamp. This tree thrives when the other plants wither under the presence of true Evil. However, this is not an evil plant, but a land healing one as nature attempts to reclaim its own.
On the muddy banks of the river deltas and the swamps they wait to wrap their prey in their crushing embrace.That is how they got their name.
What a narrow street! The bowed windows of the upper floors encroach on the view of the bowed windows opposite, making it all very dark and shady down here in your carriage. You feel it slow down and stop, and there are raised voices outside. Craning your neck out of the door you see a smug cartsman ahead, whose cart is blocking just enough of the narrow street to make your passage impossible. He appears to be waiting for you to move, but your driver is hurling abuse at him and your horses are getting restless...