"They're a race of beings  that come through the night usually. And Usually stick to themselves, but they don't like things that aren't... natural to them. Like my demon, or if i'm correct, This kid's Demon. Not the first time I've had a run in with them. Last time, they killed my lover, the demon broke out, and slaughtered nearly forty of them before I got him under control. The rest tucked and run, much like today." Keenst said with a small nod. He sighed, Flame... "that was 357 years ago." He shook his head and sat there, " They're usually self sufficient, which means they feel strongly about what's going on to get involved in a Head hunt."<br/><br/>Keenst gave a nod, that should suffice for now, he thought to himself.