Dagger looks at her, he could feel The Thirst biting at the back of his mind. But he ignored it and just shook his head. "No," is all he says. He continues to look around, trying to get his surroundings. "And one of these days I will find who of my kind who ordered what was done to me and destroy them," he says as he clentches his fists. She could probably see in his eyes the hatred, he hads had this hatred for over 200 years. A gruge that he would probably never get rid of. He looks away from her and stared off into space, trying to mask and control his anger. He just continured to stare off into space, then a memory started to play in his head, one he wanted to forget. He then lets out a gasp and blinks. He then looks back at her, but says nothing. He was silent as the dead. "Is there any place around here I can either practice combat or rest?" he asks.