The next tree to fall landed right in front of Bun. He looked in terror, and his seafoam colored eyes saw a huge animal towering over him, standing where the tree had just been.

The animal was one of the pachyderm species.

You see, in these bygone days of legends and magic, it is told that hundreds of pachyderm species used to roam the land. The inhabited every corner of Cannesia, from the ice-capped poles; to the island citadel of Sot, where the gods and demigods of alchemy and nature served as progenitors and custodians to the largest and most diverse pachyderm population on the planet; to the lush grassy-green flat landed delta, where, one day, thousands of years in the future, the now-ancient kingdom of Lam would first spring up.

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As you know, Lam is our capital city–and it may interest you to know that the royal treasury of the King of Lam funds this treasure trove of cultural archives that you are currently enjoying.

I only bring it up because I think it’s important to remember who is trying to preserve Cannesian culture around here (it sure as heck isn’t the Lumb City police force, or any of those goons at TIN, I’ll tell you that).

Anyway, I’m sorry. Was that little rant in poor taste? Yes…perhaps that was inappropriate. Is it not beneath a public servant such as myself to speak so?

Why don’t we just move on.