Dagger nods and then sighs, keeping his mind off the thirst. But he was mad about what she said about being beat. â€œI am glad that I didnâ€™t live back then. I hate men who beat on women and also rape them.â€ He says as he follows after her. His fangs then go back to normal.  He looks at her as they walk, â€œI have a scar on my right sideâ€¦I got it from a brandâ€¦because I saved a female slave from a crime she didnâ€™t commit and basically freed her. A group of people grabbed me and put a sack over my head and beat the hell out of me and then after takinâ€™ the sack off my head, the pinned me down and branded me.â€ He says.  â€œBut they got what they deserve.â€ He says with an evil smirk. He was wondering where they were going. And there was something about her that made him drawn to her, but he didnâ€™t know why. â€œSounds like you had a rough life, I know what that is likeâ€¦â€ he says as he is silent, not really wanting to bring his own past up. He would rather leave his demons burried for now.<br/><br/>He nods when she says about the elders thing, â€œWell youâ€™re the first who actully did something, I mean cared to do something about it.â€ He says to her. He was silent again, listening to the night life. And plus he ran out of things to say to her as well. He just followed along silent, silent as the dead. Occasionally if there was a rock, he would kick it with his foot and begin to play with it, seeming quite bored.