Karogen blinked.  It was true he could have very well been put in here to find out about the resistance, as well as Lentan, from this old man.  But perhaps he could find out something more useful to himself.<br/><br/>"Grew up with it, eh? How would you feel if the Plant that Alhandra planted here gather information that'll play with her mind, instead of help her out?"  Karogen, through a few years of practicing meditation, had come to understand the phsyche of sentient creatures quite well.  Any information he had on Alhanda's past could be used as leverage.  Of course, there could be an easier way out... how many gaurds did Alhanda send last time she pulled him from this place?  He couldn't remember exactly, but it wasn't too many... if he could catch them by suprise...<br/><br/>Karogen shook his head suddenly.  No, he couldn't risk letting those instincts take over again.  Besides- he didn't have his beloved weapons, and by the time they pulled him out, he would probably be pretty weak from lack of muscular use and dehydration.<br/><br/>"Anyway.  You know anyway that this little plant here can bite the hand that feeds?"<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>As the cowgirl ran off, Sherra pounced out, landing infront of her.  She shoulda thought about Kitten frightening her!  "Sh, quiet, girl!  The badguys will hear you."  She took hold of the girl to keep her from running, but disguised it as a firm hug. "We're here to save you from the bad people, okay?  That boy there... he looks like one of the bad guys, but he's not, okay...?  He remains a loyal servant, unlike the others.  It was his idea to save you..."<br/>She speaks in a quiet, kind voice, hoping to calm the bovine girl down.  "My name is Sherra.  What's yours?"