Cerosene glanced at the odd pair and for a few moments she stood in awe.  She had never seen a Highbreed working so passively with one of her kind.  In fact, she had never seen a Highbreed in the same room with a living Feral.  Shaking her head, she turned back to the female Feral who had greeted her.<br/><br/>With a warm smile Cerosene said, "Well, not much has happened in the past few weeks.  I'm not sure how long you were gone, but we had a series of brutal massacres in the out settlements.  At first we were puzzled as to exactly what could've killed them all.  That was until we ourselves were attacked by a small group of<span style="font-style: italic">them</span>"  Cerosene gestured to Ozbourne.  "They were relentless, but eventually we destroyed them.  It was horrifying how five Highbreed took down at least forty of our kind before dying."  Cerosene's trademark smile had faded away, a look of great sadness replacing it.<br/><br/>"For now we are safe.  Not much has gone on since the attacks, but some say these creatures come from the Crag itself."  Cerosene gave Celris a look of despair.  The Crag was impossible to navigate, or trek, which made Cerosene very displeased.  She often dreamed of scaling it's walls and stealing the treasures below.  Perhaps one day she would, and on that day she vowed she would be the first down and back up again, making a name for both herself and her family.<br/><br/>"My name is Cerosene.  So what exactly are you two doing out here anyway?"  Cerosene generally didn't push people this far, but her own curiosity was enough to make her nosy at times.