Quote Witchety Grub:<br/>"You know I cannot," Draekin growls deep in throat, snapping his jaw at Raissa's appeal. His eyes are filled with the sight of her, his limbs rigid with barely checked passion or violence, it is impossible to tell which. All around, the People of the Nation sit silently, watching as Draekin suddenly drops to one knee, his chest heaving beneath it's web-work of scars.<br/><br/>"It is you who must back down, my mate," Draekin pants, "my quarrel is with the Mystic, not you. Back down, and it can still be how it was between us". Draekin's eyes bore into Raissa, demanding, pleading for her compliance.