Cayn inclines his head.  "Jen came to us some time ago," he said.  "One of the last of her kind around.  She's a rarity.  Most naga tend to be manipulative little things.  She's not the norm for her race.  Many of us aren't, truly.  By all accounts I should be making my own way either in this world or another, doing as many evil acts as possible.  Yet here I sit!  With my bright pink boots."  Cayn looked at her with a smile that could dazzle even the most heartless folks, apparently.<br/><br/>"But I know how he feels.  When I see new people here, and see what some of the ones who've been here for some time do."  Cayn's hand curled into a fist, anger rippling off of him in an almost visible pattern.  "Perhaps I have been too passive for too long.  Perhaps it's time that some of the creatures here remember that Xyveris isn't the only demon around that's to be feared."