"I am under your service until logic dictates otherwise. I suggest you take precaution, LowerBreeds - and this is no threat - to keep your guard up and remain my equals.  More or Less."<br/><br/>Every time Osbourne called him a lower breed, crane twitched slightly above his eye brow.  He was no<span style="font-style: italic">Lower Breed</span>.  How dare that disgusting abomination, that walking insult!?  Crane shook his head slightly, pulling the horse's reigns back in the direction of the road.<br/><br/>"Osbourne," he said without turning to see his face.  "We are heading to an Alune port to catch a ship.  I suggest you don't try anything stupid while there."  Crane tossed his own hooded cloak at the beast, without looking to see where it landed.  "We are simply going to ride down this cliff and into the coast.  If you prefer to fly above to conceal yourself, be my guest."  Crane struggled to focus on the task at hand.  The longer he was around the HighBreed, the more anxious he became.  How long had Osbourne even been in that pond?  Weeks? Months? Years? Crane didn't know.  With a shake of his reigns, his horse was once more cantering down the path ahead.  What lay in store for him?  He did not know.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://www.wales-holidays.co.uk/uploads/ImageRoot/images/WJXtlTg8.jpg">[ img ]</a>