Race/species on the polar end of the scale to a logical, cold, practicable sort of race. Totally different level. they converse with each other in an excited, irrational, ambiguous manner. Wasting time is frowned upon, the inner life well esteemed, links and new discoveries always being grasped for – sitting still, pacing or speeding into the unknown.

others can get very tired of their interest, suggestions, and general interference in their logical linear progression.

The noble worshippers of inspiration live between Skirt Town and the realm of the Serbianesque corrupt police state lecherers with a war-code, hooooooooowl, land of screeching windmills before the marrow gates.