<blockquote><div><cite>Malicar wrote:</cite>Thomas started to move towards them with the barrow. Till the man pointed a gun at it.  Pausing in the middle of the road, it looked blankly at the man.  It know not fear of death, nor pain, only that the seeds must be sown. Still the mans voice seemed slightly familiar, like the one he had heard last night. "Trade" it said simply stepping away form the wheel barrow and walking back to the other side of the street. It studied the man trying to understand what he could fear, but it gave up.  Humans were to complicated for it to understand.</div></blockquote>