Mark looked at fissure for a second "wait, what were you going to say before, 'think he was the son of...' you cut yourself off...even though i should never do this to a black dragon but i demand an answer! a straight forward one with no lies attached!!" Mark's hostility increased, he searched for answers on his father and always returned with a lie or avoiding of the answer all together. "you tell me who you think he was the son of and i will take you to where his body is, or should be at least..." MArk no longer cared that he was speaking to a creature that could kill him with one blast of fire or hit from his claws, he wanted answers.