"Osbourne of the HigherBreed...Restored, free."<br/><br/>Crane stepped back, admiring his work.  The machine being whirred to life, causing crane to step back in both fear and disgust.  Crane couldn't help but admire the creature's mechanics and armor material.  It was so new, so alien that Crane began to wonder about it and how it was created.  Could magic really just simply generate it?  Was it harvested, or forged?  Crane's eyes began to sparkle with a mixture of curiosity and greed.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Stop</span><br/><br/>The voice seemingly came from nowhere, clouding his thoughts and forcing them from his mind.  Once more he felt disgusted with the Highbreed.  Hate and fear seemed to return from the depth's of oblivion, to swim back to his senses.<br/><br/>"What form of sorcery healed something not of Life, something Higher than yourselves; and why does it deserve to remain in this world?"  The Highbreed eyed him suspiciously.  Crane almost laughed at it's pathetic threat.<br/><br/>"Me?", He asked.  "Well I don't think that that's anyway to greet your saviors." Crane's words oozed with sarcasm.  Pulling his own sword from his horse's saddle, Crane stepped towards the Highbreed.  Before attempting to cut him down, he remembered his earlier plan.  Crane turned to Celris, who seemed to be fighting to control the halberd, and keep it in place.  "Osbourne," began Crane, "Your kin abandoned you, left you for dead.  We saved you, us the lower breeds."  Crane took a breath to relieve the growing frustration inside of him.<br/><br/>How could he ally with that he had sworn to destroy?<br/>"Celris," Crane called, turning to the Feral.  "Give him the Halberd.  We need to show him we mean no harm."  Crane turned back to the creature.  "I found you down there."  Crane gestured to the pond.  "I could've left you, but I didn't.  Truth is, I want to help you."  Crane bit his lip in restraint.  He almost forsook his whole plan, and made to destroy the beast right then and there.<br/><br/>Crane turned and walked to his steed, who also seemed anxious.  Leaping onto it's back, he trotted forward.  "I'm not really giving you much of a choice.  Come with us, and I can help you.  Don't, and I will reverse my healing cast over you.  Trust me I can do that."  Truthfully, Crane really had no idea how to do that, but he figured that the Highbreed would take his word for it, after all he had already done.