Jaeko looked back and called to 518, "Come on, you Scav! Keep up!" Toxic had taken up the point position, and stopped and looked back in annoyance. She stamped her foot and complained, "You be quiet, you don't have any good sense! You're too loud and poor 518 is blowed up, operated on and needs a cookie! And...uh, a nap." Jaeko growled, "You look here, missy...", he stopped as he stepped into a pile of animal dung on the trail. "Aw, shit!" He scraped it off on a rock and continued, "You shouldn't talk to me like that! I'm a prince!" "Prince of Poop?" Toxic giggled as he turned red. 518 smiled at that, but kept from laughing out loud. "If it were a land mine, you'd be blowed up, too. Still giggling, she led them into an old ruined church where a priest of the Reformed Church of the Holy Child came in the far corner on talrundal back. Jaeko hailed the man and ran up. "Brother Arzach! We're looking for someone! The pipe-keeper, Narchi, has he been through here? Have you seen him today?" Brother Arzach said warningly to Toxic as she came up nose-to-nose to sniff the Talrundal, "Keep you distance, woman. Brighteyes is high strung, and I don't want you kicked." He trailed off as Brighteyes nuzzled her hand as she rubbed his nose, happily. To Jaeko, Brother Arzach said, "I'm not certain. I saw two Trow earlier. One could have been Narchi. A girl on a motorcycle, with colors like your discard, warned of Eyes of the MAchine God about. If Narchi's about out here, I pray he doesn't get seen by them!" "Machine Followers? Damn! Psycho cannibles--great! They're expanding their territory. Thanks, Brother." Jaeko looked around carefully. Toxic said to Jaeko, "Machine guys are bad. Why do you just have a big knife, instead of something useful like a gun? Or a bag of guns? Or a bag of bisquits?" She looked up at Brother Arzach and asked, "Hey! You, brother guy---would you look after 518? He's not feeling too good. We'll be right back with Narchi." Her forthright demeanor caught Brother Arzach off-guard. He never heard a discard talk like that before. He nodded in spite of his misgivings. "Until darkness falls. No later. I am not so brave as to stay in this cursed land after dark." "518! Stay here! Jaeko! Come ON! Slow poke! Narchi needs help! Nice to meetcha, brother guy! Bye!" She grabbed Jaeko by the wrist and ran off toward an old warehouse, leaving 518 and Brother Arzach behind staring speechlessly. Media is Poser 6. Old Ruined church by Slinger