O gene umana, per volar sù nata,
perché a poco vento così cadi?

   O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?
       -- Dante's Purgatorio :: Canto XII, lines 95-96

I will be sure that everyone is aware that the creature inside of that house was not under my control. I did not bring him here. But Urado is gone. A fire was the solution.

Everyone is well, I presume? Safe? It impresses me that no one gets used to people coming and going frequently. Mortals are peculiar.

To those who are among the newcomers. Welcome to Purgatorium, I am Thylas. This is my domain. I'm in a pleasant mood. Feel free to ask any questions that you may have.