It's summer 1598 and a sergal named Yarik marches along the city gates, his belly poking out of the waistline of his armor, suddenly Yarik felt a kick right in his stomach "What the-.. Oh yeah! Forgot about you little pups" Yarik laughed and stuck his spear in the ground then he began massaging his pregnant belly with both paws hoping to calm the sergal puppies down "Well aren't you feisty? You're really kicking daddy around!" Yarik said to the sergal pups kicking around in his belly