Crane smiled.  He had found a suitable companion.  Somehow, he felt a warmth of sorts, a reassuring feeling that things would turn out all right after all.<br/>"First off, I feel I should know your name, unless you do not wish it so.  Secondly, on the outside gate, there are two horses waiting.  From those horses we are going to travel due east, to the coast.  There is a new Alune port in construction there, and we will need to...'borrow' a boat to make our trip to your kind's kingdom.  I mean no offense, but I dare say it will be far easier to prevent the Feral from going to war then it will the Alune.  They seem to think that they are as invincible as can be, that praying to their new god gives them some sort of higher position than before."  Crane scowled.  The Alune's prayers fueled him, yes, but he couldn't help but dislike their pretentious personalities, and 'holier than thou' attitudes.<br/><br/>Crane heard people approaching the bar.<br/>"Come my dear, we must hurry!"  Crane turned and shuffled out into the streets heading through the gates as fast as his feet would let him.