"Okay...so he's involved with this war we're fighting? They work for the enemy?"<br/><br/>Crane didn't answer immediately, but instead took a moment to formulate a response to her question.<br/>With a sigh, and a bow of his head, he spoke up.  "He's... kind of like that.  He's not really part of our diplomacy mission, no, but he is..."  Crane paused.  "Important.  We need him for the second half of our mission.  The one I have yet to explain."  Crane turned his head back to the trail in front of him.<br/><br/>Eventually, he path had become somewhat treacherous, as it had begun to snake under the cliffside.  The trail seemed to be no more than two feet in width, and every so often his stallion would trip over itself, giving Crane quite the scare.  The price of losing your footing was death, as the steep stone wall lead straight to the rough ocean below.  From the trail Crane could make out several nasty looking rocks which would easily tear them apart if they made a mistake.  He gulped in anxiety, even though he knew he wouldn't die from the fall.<br/><br/>After trotting along the narrow path for a while, Crane began to remember something about the cliffs.  Their shape and formation triggered a lost memory, one from long before, one from the shattering.<br/>Crane's eyes widened, and he gasped a shallow breath.  Once, there was a plain here, one that would've stretched for another twenty miles at the very least.  A small stretch of blank canvas, as Crane called it.  He was there when it sunk too, he had been a young creation then, a mere month or two old.  His only purpose then was to fix the essentials that had been undone.<br/><br/>Regret filled him like a flood.  Even though he knew nothing about it, he felt sorry for the land and the beaches.  They were probably beautiful, golden wide beaches where little seagulls would swoop low to catch fish in tide pools.  Where crabs could dig out tunnels of their own, and where small rodents used to give birth to young.  It was all gone now.  Forever lost in a terrible earthquake that swallowed it, like a hungry beast that couldn't be satiated.<br/><br/>Crane turned his head back to Celris and her horse behind him.<br/>"So, tell me, how come the Alune haven't tried to kill you yet?" He meant it jokingly, but knew that it wasn't unheard of for Feral to be murdered or ganged in the alley ways of Aluhar.