(OK, this is me.)

(DON"T KILL ME!)



"Unknown" was sitting in a small house, at a lap top.

He hated to use the normal post but there were no

computers in the War Tavern, as of yet. The old one

had been burnt down with the rest. He sat there,

looking at the screen of the lap top. On it was the JCF.

He was looking at a certain part of it. He could see Admael had

goten his message, that was good.



And as for him? He was nameless. He was known only as

an "Unknown Rabbit" or for a nickname, "That guy".

He called in his personal slave, Devan. Devan was a

small turtle named after the famous Devan Shell,

who had vanished years ago without a trace. Unknown

Rabbit had him, in fact, in a timeless cage, unable to move at all.



Devan walked in, looking shifty eyed around the room.

Last time he had waked in without checking for danger and

had stepped on a spike ball. There were no traps today.

"Yes, your highness?" the small turtle asked. He was small

but muscular, he would as soon snap your neck as look at you.

He hero worshipped Unknown Rabbit.



"Devan, you may proceed with your plan to take over the War

Tavern. I see no conflicts with that and my own plans." Devan

bowed and left the room.



Unknown sat down on a couch. All was well. He had managed

to warn Admael about the danger before it started. He thought

back to that day, long ago, when Admael had saved his life...



(Somebody write the flashback)