"Less residents IN the lands, more residents just outside it. Neither Court wants this place expanding, so having a couple Fae in disgrace stationed out here gives them warning if it does start, and a very good way to punish a Fae for something that doesn't involve getting blasted into the next life. I think the last Summer Court Fae sent out here was two millennia ago after making a drunken snarky comment about the favored champion of Leanansidhe preferring sexual congress with her dogs over her. He chose to come out here rather than let her pick his punishment. I think he is still out here too."<br/><br/>He actually felt more at home with the semi-hostile, uncomfortable terrain than he had in the almost dreamily peaceful lands around the Court, because it reminded him of the battlefields he was most at home in. "Welcome to Jordan, population just over twenty thousand and all stupid. Place reminds me of the World War One trench lines in northern France, but this place is more inviting."<br/><br/>He paused, and then decided channeling his championship now was likely a good idea. "My Lord Death, I require thy boon..."<br/><br/>He exhaled, and felt his senses expanding. "For today is good day to kill."<br/><br/>He could sense all living life nearby, and to an extent even unlife, though he knew constructs and elementals were effectively invisible to the new sense he had gained from Lord Death.