[ He holds his gaze, guarded, but with an undeniable fear within. Some of it, naturally, is for the man that has him stuck between a rock and a hard place. The rest seems to be for the words he allows to spill. His hands tremble, and blood drips to the ground from whatever he holds so tightly beneath the skull. ]

My people, the other Fangs, we burned our headquarters for a reason. Our leader intends to... he intends to bring devastation upon both cities unlike any other. The heart, it still beats, and you've seen what they've done in our land. Chimeras. Drink the blood of dragons. The torment the shamans brought to your people. It is not beyond them to... to bring back the dead.