Prometheus heard Neff exclaim, "Are those them?", and wondered if indeed the pair of figures ahead were those he was searching for.  One of which was in deed a Feral that much was for certain, but the other?  He could not make out the shape properly in the glare of the sun.  Perhaps it was a Highbreed, but to be sure, one needed to get closer.<br/><br/>"I don't really know Neff, hurry though!  Before they go on unguided!", he screamed over the gusts of winds rolling off the hill-sides and down the valley.  "When we get there, I don't know how they will react to us.  Perhaps they might even attack us!  How exciting would that be, huh!"<br/>Prometheus scratched at his stub of a head with his long spindly arm in question.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What <span style="font-weight: bold">if</span> they attack us? </span>Indeed it was a scary thought.  Perhaps he should have brought some sort of identification, to prove his allegiance was with them...  Perhaps...<br/><br/>"One thing is for certain though Neff, if they do accept us as guides, we have quite the trek through the Badlands to make it to the mountain, and even then we may not even make it in time!  Isn't the excitement palpable!"  Prometheus' small mouth turned up in a grin.  The day to come would be interesting indeed.