Zelfir took no joy in his retreat, but a wounded battle-arm was a useless battle-arm.  Perhaps he was wrong to leave, but what better way to earn mother's trust than to  present the heads of the meddlers to her himself.  Perhaps with Coralzane gone, he would be promoted.<br/>"I'll be back for you both, but next time it'll be in the Badlands.  There, you won't have a chance against me.  I await our next encounter eagerly.."  With those final words, Zelfir launched himself through the portal, closing it behind him.  A trip to the forges would do him some good, perhaps they would even upgrade his armor for him.<br/><br/>**<br/><br/>Prometheus did not know what exactly he would do once he found the two adventurers, but perhaps it would be wise to think about that ahead of time.  "I guess we should try leading them to the mountain...  They will definitely need help crossing the Badlands so that is something to focus on once we reach them.  I hope you are good in combat because the Badlands are just ridden with self-worshipping metal freaks.  In fact, the make it their priority to kill your kind and the Alune."  Prometheus had to take a moment before he could understand how such a grudge could effect him...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What if they kill him?  <br/>What if they kill <span style="font-weight: bold">me?</span><br/>What if I get lost in the Badlands and get killed then....?</span><br/><br/><br/>Prometheus glared at Neff in horror... maybe it had been a mistake to bring him after all....<br/>"You do know how to fight right?"