Agent Nisus Caelum works The Yard as a Cane Corso agent, the kind of pup who notices a secret before the secret notices itself. Most evenings Agent Nisus Caelum writes plays where everyone dies and then gets snacks until the lanterns are out and the soup stalls close. Pups passing the flooded market halls sometimes wave to Agent Nisus Caelum out of habit, even on days when nobody is actually there. Elders say a name like that tends to find its way onto the next mural, whether Agent Nisus Caelum agrees or not. Legendary detail: When the wall under the flying den whispers class subject recognized, Agent Nisus Caelum is the kind of pup the phrase seems to mean, which is why even Gator Jaw will hold a route open and let an Agent pass without comment.