Cato Decimus is a Cane Corso of no club, the kind of pup small terriers walk around without admitting why. At sunset Cato Decimus sits by the swamp shrine and hums to a rusted key that fits no door anyone has found until the wind returns the favor. Around the door marked K N L, Cato Decimus is treated like a small weather system that mostly improves the day. Every so often Cato Decimus stumbles on a relic too odd to explain and wisely decides to explain it anyway.