The golden glint of early sunrise breached the horizon, spilling warmth over the land and it's inhabitants.  The sun itself emerged, climbing over the horizon at a steady pace.  For fifteen more minutes, Tol'sel remained quiet and mute.  However the silence soon faded, as miners of the Crag, and farmers of the weeds rose and gathered their equipment.  The process was slow, but it brought life back to the street, and slowly the other residents as well.  Yawning, young children escaped their rooms to play in the dusty cliff-sides.  Mothers grumbled, but got to work with the morning meal.  Travelers, like Celris and Ozbourne, awoke from the inn, and wandered the streets rather aimlessly, just looking for something to do.  Soon enough, the streets were as busy as they were the night before.<br/><br/>Coralzane pulled his cloak tighter around him, striding into the inn.  Several Feral seemed to sense him, and turned in question to look at the alien being behind them.  Coralzane gave these onlookers no attention, and ascended the ladder leading to the rooms above.  Half-way up the ladder, the inn-keeper came from behind him, looking up through his cloak bottom.  The inn-keeper's eyes widened, but before he could speak a word, Coralzane had him by the jaw.  The inn-keeper squealed and whined with fear, but was immobilized by Coralzane's sheer energy.  Slowly, the inn-keepers eyes glassed over, and he fell stiffly to the dusty floor below.  Coralzane looked around the room to make sure he wasn't spotted.  If he was, no Feral made any mover to stop him, and once more he climbed the ladder to the dens above.<br/><br/><br/>Coralzane found her den.  Together, both the Feral girl and the fallen Highbreed slept, giving him the perfect opportunity to kill her.  Coralzane smirked, it was almost too easy.  How could something so small be considered so dangerous.  As for the Highbreed, well Coralzane would have to alert the others of his imperfect state.  He was not worthy of the name 'Highbreed'.  Slowly, Coralzane pulled his scythe from his back, swing it once in the air before lowering it to the Feral's neck.  With one small incision, he could have her killed.  Coralzane breathed deeply, he always felt light-headed before a kill.  The sheer rush of pleasure kept him there for a second.<br/><br/><br/>"Good-bye, girl," spoke Coralzane, raising his scythe for one final swing.