Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20140912075843/@comment-4211788-20160810074920

"I could only wonder what they want with these lives they're picking up.. Why would they take from such a small and relatively unknown tribe like this? It doesn't make any sense.." Hiero ponders.

Seth shrugs to Drake. "Those warri-.. Savages, I can't exactly pin point just what they were. They came wielding all these off-worldly devices and items.. Strange armors and even stranger accents. I've heard rumors of the forbidden frost tribe, but I just have a feeling that these men weren't from there. They were far more articulate than anything I've seen and I've been very nomadic across this island... Their technology simply couldn't exist with Matai-Mobi's structure and culture. What do I know.."

Ammon shudders as he stares deeply at Frost and Crystaline.

"They kinda looked like you two.. You guys just don't look like the others. Clothing's different.. It's a really nice fashion sense though!" the jackal says proudly.

Seth turns his head to look at Frost this time. "My boy is right, those fiends did look a lot like your kind. You have anything to do with what happened to my people!? Drake, explain this!"

Hiero clenches his fist ready for a fight but loosens his grip as he stares at Ammon. "..,We don't have time for this.. Don't point fingers at our ally, he is on your side." The hawk says in defense of Frost.