Transcript: They dress up in leaves and call themselves the Saturnine. Please. They drink human blood, and chant -- "Harness the flame, Harness the mist!" and believe they are touched by the ancient gods. Hah. An aging bunch of frat boys, tilting back goblets of Plasmids and calling it ambrosia.
Location: Lower Rolling Hills, in a cave behind the waterfall.
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