Janelle shifted her wings uncomfortably as he spoke. She had stopped eating, entranced by Arcaeus' words. She had many thoughts as he went about his story, most of which she wanted to share with him. As he finished, she was silent, stunned as well as taking it all in. She held out her hand and snapped her fingers, letting a small ball of fire make it's way into her hand. She moved it slowly and absentmindedly back and forth from one hand to the next. "This may sound cruel, but none of this would have happened if you had not tried to overthrow Lucifer. Though this is a sad story none the less, and I'm sorry you had to loose everyone. Especially Arlathax, and I'm sorry for that." She sighed and pushed her ball of fire back into the pit. She moved away from his story, trying to lighten the mood, "When dragons decide to leave their clans, they also live alone. Those are usually the ones that have stories said about them from humans. And usually the human stories where 'evil dragons keep taking and killing my sheep' are just adolescent dragons having fun." She smiled at the thought, "When you hear about the dragon in a tower, sometimes it's a punishment. They get sent there and can't leave because of a spell. They can't do anything, but wait for some knight to come, so they go crazy. Hence the evilness of dragons. That isn't to say there aren't other dragons that just stay in towers, because they are." She shrugged at the thought, knowing it would be terrible.