Ancalagon listens to the tale the Kou Toa told him, it sang in time with his past, his history, starving on the streets, working ungodly hard simply to not get killed, let alone find something to eat. He looked at the creature, and said, "Where do your people live, and I will try to free them from the Aboleths and Whips. For they sound like worse masters than the damned humans."<br/><br/>He pulls a healing potion from his bag, and hands it to the creature, all he can give at the moment other than reassurance that he would try to do something. He asked, "Have your kind tried sending for help? Some of the races would feel like they must do something for you."