Fell silent, his attention resting on the fire as he found himself too ashamed to look upon the clearly superior and beautiful woman. He heard her words, though all he could imagine through most of it were the dragons he aided in slaying. The scar across is abdomen was one of a dragons talon, he had been just evasive, or perhaps lucky enough to avoid being gutted entirely when the massive claw tore his armor asunder.<br/><br/>The telling of massive stone dragons reminded him of stories of the great mountains that were actually alive. He assumed they were merely legends, maybe even not connected, though all myths started from somewhere. At her question, he’d finally look to her, his eyes sorrowful as thoughts of causing pain to Isalisk in the past being very likely.  “I understand entirely, Isalisk… perhaps too well. Humans were conquerors since their arrival, once they had amassed the numbers; the only thing that mattered was destroying anything that threatened the crown.”<br/><br/>He’d not slowly, doing his best to build the courage to speak of his past, yet the thought of upsetting her was painful to the knight. Closing his eyes for a few moments, he’d slowly open them to look into hers as he continued. “We did what we thought was right, in our greed and selfishness we, my men, aided in destroying anything that even had the power to stand before us, even if it had not even the desire to do so.” Nodding at this, he’d avert his gaze, a deep sigh escaping his still damaged lips. “What we did wasn’t right, many of us knew this for some time, but did not dare to defy our kings will.”<br/><br/>The fish were done and he’d take two halves of what was once a small tree trunk. It had aged, dried out and made a perfect plate for such a situation. Carefully, he’d once more use his knife, now cutting off the heads tails before dropping each on the makeshift plate. He did the work quickly; mostly trying to clear is mind, or try to escape blame even if we knew such was impossible. Once each tray was prepared, He’d remain somewhat hunched over, elbows on his knees as he looked back at her, wondering if she held a justified look of disgust.