Cerosene, a Feral scout, had been trekking the desert the evening of the explosion.  She had once before heard about the serpents of the Crag, who could cause such fireworks, but never had she thought these rumors to be truth.  She soon discovered, however, that these were no lies, but the truth.  For one day she was witness to one of these explosions itself, and swore she saw the beast slither away into the desert.  For many moments, she sat calmly.  She knew not what to do, or who to tell.  In fact, she had debated whether or not she should've done anything at all.  That was before she saw them.  Two survivors staggering from the sands, each attempting to rip each other apart.  One succeeded in cripling the wings of the other...<br/><br/>Wings?<br/><br/>Cerosene shivered.  Surely that was not one of<span style="font-style: italic"> them</span>.  It simply could not be.  Tol'sel had been free of the Highbreed for weeks, basking in the peace. But still?  What if....<br/><br/><br/><br/>"Hey!" she called, as she approached.  Cerosene waved her spear in the air to draw their attention, the Renho below her obviously did not approve.  It constantly looked up at her, wondering exactly what she was doing.<br/>"Don't worry Carrie, everything going to be ok."  The Rehno had not ceasedto be worrisome, but turned to the task at hand.  Upon reaching the couple, Carrie smiled broadly, and dismounted.<br/><br/>"How did you guys survive that?" She asked, pointing at the scorch mark in the ground.  "More importantly, who are you guys anyway?"  Cerosene literally was jumping up and down in her seat, always eager to meet new friends.