Atypically of the cities of humanity, Anvilgard is an anomalous outpost within the ravenous jungles of Aqshy. Its streets shrouded in cloying, misty residue of the potent herbicide used to keep the foliage at bay, back from the city's walls. It is a dour, somewhat dreary place, subject to the frequent minor quakes that herald another eruption from the volcanoes that ring the landward side of the walls and help to nourish the soil. I probably should not be here. At the ripe age of eighty-six, I have lived longer than just about every other skink I know, and most I have heard of on record. I should be enjoying a well-deserved retirement in my library, but these are troubling times. When the previous holder of my post was found dead the morning after the Necroquake struck, the decision was made to appoint myself as the new Seraphon Ambassador in Anvilgard. I suspect this decision was made, in part, because I annoyed the Starseer once too often. While this appointment is supposed to be an honor, most of the Seraphon stationed in the city consider a position here to be a punishment detail. Still, I have been sent to do a task, and no matter how distasteful I may find it, I have been striving to accomplish my duties to the utmost of my ability. Having free access to the city library eases the supposed punishment considerably... - From the personal diary of Starseer Pah'tch'kar, written two weeks into his tenure as Ambassador to Anvilgard.