Karogen smiled sadly... so, the "plant" thing had reffered to being planted into the room to gather information.<br/>"Well, pretty much sucks that I'll have no one to talk to, but it is most definitely safer that way."<br/>He sighed, his eyes moving up towards the unseen cieling in the darkness.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Sherra shielded her sensitive ears just before the blast went off.  Nodding towards Kitten, the began to move, but she felt a tug at her sleeve.  Kitten silently pointed towards a window that had just crashed open, some sort of rope being lowered down into the moat.   Sherra stopped to look, focusing her nocturnal vision.  There was a small child at the top of the rope.  Looked... bovine.   It took a second for it to register in Sherra's head.  That was the Baron's youngest daughter!  She watched in terror and pity, before the girl plummetted into the moat.<br/><br/>Kitten shook his head, his blonde unruly hair falling across half his face with his movements.  "We can't just watch! She might still be alive in there!  I don't know about you, but I doubt Cows can swim!  Please! Mistress!"<br/><br/>Sharren looked about.  No humans between them and the place the girl had fallen to.  Most of the humans were still struggling to get past eachother into the blown-down front door.  They could make it... besides, this... was probably the last surviving member of the Blotar leadership.  Once the countryside was taken back by its rightful owners, an heir would be needed.  She took off towards the moatside, Kitten close behind.