"So, onward ho then?"  asked Celris.<br/><br/>"Onward ho, indeed."  Crane smiled, whipping his Renho's reigns.  The beast was surprisingly fast, although not as fast as a horse.  Soon enough, Crane's mind began to wander, thinking about the travels so far and the coming challenges ahead.  He grimaced, knowing that it was very likely they would encounter more Highbreed in these lands, as the supposed place of origin was much closer.<br/><br/>Time seemed to melt away, as the ever pounding hooves of the Rehno clobbered the endless sands ahead.  The desert was vast, but still.  Besides them, not a single being moved that evening.  The endless plain of sand seemed to go on forever, and ever.  In fact, it made the stars seem all the brighter without the distractions of the land.  Crane's father had once said the desert was much smaller once, and filled with lush oasis' every few miles.  The shattering leveled the lands, wiping the mountains and the streams into oblivion.  In fact, his father once referred to the place as the scar of his world's wounds.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">A scar it is</span>, thought Crane, as he remembered the Gap.  the Gap was an enormous fissure which had been created by the tearing of the planet's crustal plates.  No creature had ever made it to the bottom, nor had they ever wanted to.  It was also home to the city of the Feral, Tol'sel.  The city had been built inside the shallow edge of the Gap, where the land just started to tilt downward.  From Tol'sel, one could attempt to travel further in the Gap for maybe a mile or two, before the reached a series of steep cliffs that lead to the bottom.  Crane had heard of adventure parties descending the Gap before to look for riches and wealth, but none had ever returned.<br/><br/>The day turned to night, and soon, although he was not tired in the slightest, he could feel his beast slowing down.  It's breathing became heavier, and it's movements erratic.  Crane slowed to a halt, spraying a load of sand in front of him.  After dismounting his Rehno, he noticed it's face was caked in sweat and dirt, and it's tongue hung loose, indicating it was rather thirsty.  Crane cupped his hand to the beast's mouth and, with concentration, conjured a cup full of water for the beast to drink.  The Rehno lapped the water up like there would be no tomorrow.  It sat satisfied afterwards, laying it's head to the ground.  With a pat, Crane sat down besides it, brushing hair from his face.<br/><br/>Crane waited for the others to catch up, before pulling his blade from his side.  "What a day," lamented Crane.  Whispering an incantation, his sword began to glow a deep orange.  Crane stared at it for a moment, before touching the tip to the ground.  Instantly, the sand transformed into a roaring flame, that which would last for hours.  After such a procedure, Crane did in fact feel very tired, and decided to lay on his back besides it, staring at the night.<br/><br/>"So," he said.  "Tell me Celris, are you from Tol'sel?  Or are you from the country side?  Osbourne, d you remember this place at all?  Or has it been to long for you to recognize it?"