A bit preachy, but oh well. Beneath the earth I lay, serving none. Drawn up am I, serving some. Expelled into the air am I, harming all. Back on topic, this is Dragaeran (or more properly, Eastern) A place of laughter, A place of tears, Sights and smells, The finest of taste, To one man, I end as I began Jeff, who should probably get back to work soon. . . .