Crask began to sweat, as the knife remained as close as ever to his throat. Despite his strength, he was completely helpless until the knife was removed, there was nothing he could do. "Listen...I'm not a bad person...just doing what i thought was right..." He grunted in pain as he felt the knife push closer in, he began to feel frightened, there was no telling what the knife-wielder would do. He looked over at Jack, deep in discussion with the dragoness, "You're not going to let him....kill me. Are you?" he finished, his voice trembling very slightly.