Deep beneath the city of Seantryn Modan lie her ancient sewers, filled with the fetid refuse and filth that rains down from the occupants above. Home to spiders, alligators, rats and those Therans who no longer find themselves welcome in the city, adventurers who choose to wander the foul and twisting passages should tread with care. Whispers in the shadows speak the name of the Kraken, some with fear, others with awe and reverence.