Crask listened to the words of the dragoness, "Thankyou for your concern...." he muttered, not quite believing that he was having this conversation at all "But, my entire life has just been torn from under me, it'll take me some time to get over it". He paused, and gave the dragoness what he hoped was a hard look "Don't worry about me, i'll be fine".<br/><br/>Darkness was slowly settling in, as the sun began to sink below the treetops far below. He noticed that Boris was in the midst of heated argument with...someone, it was too dark to be sure. He heard snatches of the conversation "Hunters....dragon....die trying", and before he could even figure out what they meant, he saw, far below the orange glow of torchlight, and....if he concentrated hard, the sounds of raised voices. His previous lethargy at once vanished, he stood up swiftly, and pulled his sword out once again. "Jack....if you're serious about protecting this dragoness, AND not being hung" he barked, his fortitude returning, "then we might have some serious problems..."