Raschen sighed and nodded, following the long lethargic strides of the Kyote before them. They came to the side of a long since forgotten Winnebago, the luxury of traveling homes during the age of the Hume as those of the Warren referred to it as.<br/><br/>An elderly Kyote rested back in a lawn chair smiled at them. "Welly Welly Welly Well....If it 'ent Lil Roz...ent seen you since you was a cub trippin' over yer own tail and now look at ye....Diplomat er the Kuguar...proud of ye boy.." He cackled happily, stroking his long ragged goatee.<br/><br/>Raschen smiled softly, to the elder, bowing respectfully as he sat down across form him. "I bring with me a diplomat from Home.  Her name is Taryn" he spoke softly and formally even though it was painfully obvious other than a sense of hospitality and rank, the Kyote did away for formalities but Raschen was raised on such things as common practice and did so form instinct.<br/><br/>"I know of your attacks of fire and property damage..all the tribes..including the Hume have experienced the same. I believe them to be acts of an outside tribe, somewhere beyond the warren borders..."