We have to run off, seigneur... Nuku puts his strong hands on these slender shoulders... Crying fits are shaking it... And the giant is feeling so - forlorn... Both has lost... Nuku, the primitive hut where he had his roost... The seigneur - the house of his grandparents, where he found four years ago a new home... The flames also took the lives of the old people... Why should he, Nuku, regret the lost of the seigneur? He is an slave... And with the death of his owners... Could use the chance an flee into the freedom... Just... The old seigneur and his wife have been a good mastery. The life of their slaves was bearably. And the little seigneur... As he arrived at the plantation, four years ago, Nuku became his coachman. The little seigneur was a shyly, hushily boy... Not as lofty or malicious as childs of other slaveholders... After a while he accompanied the childs of his grandpas slaves to their work... Or to their church service.. Or played with them... Nuku isn't able to run away and leave the little seigneur to his fate... Seigneur... We have to escape... It's not safe here... But where should they go for... The whole plantation is an aggregation of fuming ruins... Even the church has been burned down... And everywhere they are tumbling over lifless bodies of slaves, who had beard the raiders... Although the situation is dangerous... The little seigneur is kneeling down at the victims... Holding a small silvern cross in his hand... With each new victim... Nuku is observing a scaring change... The little seigneur exudes a icecold wrath... You are right, Nuku... We've to go... But - i#ll come back, and then, they will pay the bill - for each of our peple... For my grandpa, my grandma, for your and my friends... -------------------------------------------- DAZ Studio 3.1 Advanced Jepes Fireprops Apollo Maximus / Cole 2007 Adh3d WesternSet for Apollo Maximus GunSlinger SP3 / Luke 3