Ravus didn't turn to look at her, he just sat there, his body was bare kept up. He had vengeance in his heart, which was something he never wanted to feel again. He just shook his head and went to pull his hat over his eyes, but he left that with Isaac. "I really don't care if i had spoken wrong; desecrated, destroyed, disaster bound, it doesn't matter. I lost a boy that was like a son to me, I was accused of treason, and I helped with the escape of the actual heroes only for them to be tricked and killed by a dragon that looked like our king."<br/><br/>"I have no desire to swing, I have no want of anything right now except for solutions or death." Ravus fished the little crossbow out of his pocket and sat it in his palm. His head dropped and his hair fell over his face, his eyes were blank, but his fingers were pulling apart the little weapon, returning it back to the pieces of scrap before they began to make something else. "If not for you, I would be alone..."<br/><br/>His good eye focused in on what his hands were making, he had turned a metal machine for killing into a steel rose. He had not clue how he did it, but the metal seemed to bend to his will while it was in his hands. He pressed out and made the rose bloom and jammed it into the ground next to him.