Foran looks at razor and figures he was going to tell them about the Ramen, he looks at the human as he 'tries' to explain it. “Demons?” He chuckles venomously. “Really? Coming from the race known for enslaving us.”<br/><br/>He coughs trying to calm his temper. This guy was alright... for a human.<br/><br/>“Ramen were once humans, believe it or not, Once upon a time, this is the oldest story out elders pass on from their elders.” He pauses and sees everyone’s eyes on him... well sorry Razor... He coughs and pulls his hood over his eyes. “But” He starts to stutter. “We um, were made like clones, from human cells, something from the old world, rumor is that we were some kind of 'perfect human' project.” He looked back up at the tree and thought something was off.<br/><br/>“We were once called zombies, the old world ruiners.” Looking back at everyone else his blue eyes full with hate. “How much of any of this is true, most of it is just human rumors. All I know for sure is that we were clones.” He stood up and walked around and put his pack down next to Razor.<br/><br/>Looking up at the blind Ramen he whispered so maybe only someone trying hard to listen or was using magic could hear them. “I saw something odd in that tree, one of those branches moved, maybe only half an inch, like something tensed up from when we first got here. Maybe even someone breathing. Go check it out.”<br/><br/>Turning back to talk to the main group, opening his arms wide standing full height, this may be the only time out of battle you can really see his full intimidating nature. “ Well we have fire, Razor is going to look for some food.”<br/><br/>He took a burning stick out of the fire and stuck the burning part in the dirt. “I guess since we are all learning something about each other, I know some healing magic” Putting the still hot black bark in his hand  he whispered to it moving his lips like he was talking to a dear friend rather than a small block of wood. “Exuro” The word meaning burnt, but when used on something that was already burnt it was a easy healing spell.<br/><br/>He felt the cooling breeze of using magic on him like a pleasant wind over his white sheet cheeks, breathing coming out his mouth and unable to take it back in he let go of the spell and had to take a small hissing gasp. Removing his hand the once blackened and dead wood was now brown and had its once chipped and crusty bark plastered onto it. It was no where near perfect, one or two places still had burn marks on it and it did leave him breathless to even try the whole human arm long stick.<br/><br/>Throwing it back into the fire he hoped his distraction was enough for Razor to slip away behind the tree. “What can you guys do?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>