"In the free city of Marakand the noble families have been at one another’s throats for generations and a recent explosion of violence unseated and destroyed numerous powerful households. You, Cynrad Harland are a simple watchman who patrols the streets keeping the peace. Working in a relatively quiet neighborhood the violence of the recent days has not been something you’ve had to deal with. While patrolling you hear a clamor from a nearby alley and go to investigate. You see a young male canikith squaring off against two other male canikith who look to have lecherous intent. The young male is not a street canikith, he is clearly a missing pet whilst the two males are obviously street mutts." “Yer gonna ‘ave ta pay tha tax, bitch! Don’t cha worry…we won’t be too rough with ya!” "the larger of the canikith mutts says before the two pounce tearing at his clothes. The delicate young male canikith yelps and whimpers"