Prometheus was somewhat confused as he watched Neff and the Feral girl speak to each other.  Perhaps they had history with each other, but this seemed unlikely to Prometheus.  After all, he did find Neff hiding under the sand.  Patiently he waited, listening to the two speak.  The Feral creatures continued to converse without him, but soon the Fallen spoke up.<br/><br/>"Um...I'm Osbourne, Oz, and my friend is Celris."<br/><br/>"Indeed you are!" Prometheus beamed, he had found his targets.<br/><br/>"Thank you for the offer, but, I have questions...why are you helping? How do you know what we're doing here?"<br/><br/>Prometheus frowned, his former happiness dissipating.  "I am helping you because the seer told me to help you, and because I am of her making, I have no choice.  I frankly don't know  what you are doing at all, in fact all I know is you need a guide.  You can't fly this time so it looks like you'll be walking.  Walking through the Badlands... well.  That's quite the stroll isn't it?" Prometheus turned to Neff.  "Time to saddle up, we have a long way to go.  Just atop that hill there-" He said, while pointing to the hill-top behind him, "We'll be able to see the Bad-lands.  So, without further ado, I shall begin the climb!"  Prometheus ran forward as fast as he could, which, wasn't fast at all.  The second he came ot the hill-base he propelled himself upward, face planting in the dirt once more.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">At least it's progress!</span>He thought, still cheery.