War'naks hand tightened on the hilt of his Wakizashi. He frowned as he absorbed all the dragon had stated. he tried to calm his anger and looked the dragon in the eyes.<br/><br/>"If what you say is true then you have a choice. Help me return the kings nephew, and I will forget of your past, give you a second chance..... Or you can walk away and stay out of it, and I will not hunt you as long as you stay away from the Red hand. I may have been a Legionnaire, but I do not enjoy death, or killing. I kill when it must be done or when there is no other option. The Red Hand have left no other option but for themselves to be destroyed. So dragon..... What will you do? Reclaim some honor, or turn away and find honor elsewhere?"<br/><br/>War'nak kept himself stone still and his face expressionless. His eyes however glowed with anger, curiosity, and brief sadness, as he waited.