"For those who stay here, how about a story? I know some of us grew up hearing stories of the ancient gods as fairy tales or campfire tunes, but all of these vampires make me wonder how much truth there is to them. Hold on. Let me channel my inner bard, though my voice is certainly not as soothing as Jacob's." I clear my throat and close my eyes. "Many years ago, when the world was young, Kukul, the bringer of the sun and creator of all, desired things, more than animals, who would enjoy and care for the world he created. After some failed attempts, he cut off his own fingers to make man. Men prospered and grew, but they forgot the gods. The first man turned from worshiping Zaltec, the god of war, and commanded the city to worship him instead. This angered the gods, and the great city was in turns burned in fire, then flooded with water, and finally plunged into the earth by the stone god, Plutoz, with all of its people, buildings, and water."