Raschen huffed a he eyed his so called "party". His ears fell flat as he eyed them feeling the fear radiating from them. He seemed so disappointed in them.<br/><br/>"Do you not live on the sands of the Warren!?" he huffed to them, his voice low to keep them hidden. "Do you not face certain death on a daily basis?" he grunted and eyed the Hase pair and then his Kyote companions. "Death is part of our lives and something we are trained from birth to avoid and to fight against!" His tail flicked, dropping flare of diamond flakes.<br/><br/>He shook his head slowly, his fur on  end, bristling in the crystal shards, his magicks crackling and growing further unstable. "This day is no different...we walk a path of mission to protect what homes we manage to preserve on this wasteland...hold your heads high and know honor that ti is you who do so. You were chosen for your skill, not as fodder for the reaper's meal. We will survive and we will emerge victorious."