Crask's hand instinctively went to his sword as he heard the dragoness approach, with a sigh he pushed it back into his hilt and remained still as she spoke. Surprised by the compassion in her voice, he felt a brief flash of remorse for what he had tried to do. He shook his head to clear it, "I've lost everything, my identity, my purpose, my honour..." he smiled bitterly "And know I'm having a nice, civil conversation with a dragoness..." His harsh laugh echoed through the cave.