(( I'm assuming lianth is talking about my sprite ))<br/><br/>Glaive was glad that his sprite seemed to go unnoticed. It meant that he was safe to observe from afar. From what he could tell these strangers seemed to all be friends, but they didn't look much like a tribe or a clan. Each one was far different from the other . . . perhaps these people have suffered the same fate as him . . . perhaps they have answers. They spoke his language and didn't appear to be<span style="font-style: italic">too</span>hostile, but he wanted to be sure he could trust them.<br/><br/>"More friends!" screamed Cuno with joy. "Have you come to save me from my vile captor? I guess you could say I'm assigned to him."<br/>Cuno was now imagining himself as a hostage in a new game he made up. "He's over there and he does bad things to me." Cuno pointed to the bush Glaive was hiding in. "Peace can only be restored if he is killed."<br/><br/>"Oh hell no."