A dark pallor takes Crel's face as he glances a Lann and Dyra. "Aye, that ain't be our doing. Such blasphemies would not pass our hands and lips, and twer I see that they did, I'd gut me self and pray that Cayden Cailean damned by soul to the darkest, ale-less halls of Hell he could find."<br/><br/>Lann elaborates. "There are many tribes of our twisted people people who live down here. We have for generations, although our lives are much shorter than those of you topsiders. Once most of us were pure of heart, but now dark tribe has grown and taken a stranglehold of the routes to the sunlands. That is why were were out here, to act as guards and scouts."<br/><br/>Dyra simply stares at Zanthus, her eyes wide.<br/><br/>