Chelseaa smiled at the younger girl.  "Hello," she replied, also a bit shy.  "I'm hope I'm not disturbing you.  Your mother wanted me to come back here while she talks with the Priestess.  What are you working on?"<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Marina was listening with growing horror as Rebecca told her story.  "You mean... they breed the women of this town?" she breathed, unable to believe it.  She immediately thought of Chelseaa, and she cursed herself for bringing the younger girl here.  They had to leave, immediately... or... could they help the people here?  But she had to know something first.  "How... how young do they go?" she asked.  "My... Chelseaa is only 18... do they take girls that young?"