Continuing to run along, Creighton started to wonder if it was even a good idea to charge straight towards the campfire. For all he knew, they were just some dumb campers out in the middle of the mountains...but then again, there were tons of better places to camp out. A lot of which DIDN'T have a barrier around it. Just as he stopped to let his rats catch up, he wondered if he could send a few small ones out to spy, see if the campers posed a threat...or had any food they wouldn't miss. He'd run out of his favorite crackers two days ago, and ever since he's been having the craving for more. 

Suddenly, he stopped...someone was coming close. A man who looked to be in his early-to-mid 20s with black hair in a ponytail had approached him. Cautiously, Creighton stared at him with his luminous eyes, before he looked to his side and the other two rats moved back a foot or two. Walking forward slightly, he entered his glyph again and regained his normal form. Staring at the man appraisingly for a moment, he says: [b]"I take it you're not just a camper then...and you definitely smell like a demon. What family are you from?"[/b]

The two Giant Rats waited behind him, watching Zeke cautiously, as if waiting for him to move a muscle to harm their master.