Ancalagon gently strokes her neck, admiring eyes traveling down the length of her sinuous body, and said, "While, eventaully that will happen, you are right about no inviting war. Are there any other places that have no occupants or claiments? And how are the villages divided among the keep's and ruin owners?"<br/><br/>He continues to admire his latest catch, but controls his impulses, after all, that is what the night is for. Making offspring, and enjoying his mates.