[@Tyki]

The planetary Governor, a man who wears a long flowing black robe, and carried around a strange book at all times, meets the soldiers outside the city.
	"What do our esteemed allies grace us with their presence for?" He asks, in a deep, yet oddly smooth voice, his tone being rather disarming to anyone but most likely the surgals. The sergal, named Bethesda, having been made from many different genetic samples, is given out to a father via a raffle.