Ah, so she has some sort of importance about her. Though he has no idea who The Silent Ravens are, he at least acknowledges her place in their society. Which doesn't really mean much given his overall disposition towards humans. He shifts in place and shakes his head quickly, flicking some slightly coagulated blood off of his face. A thoughtful rumble rises from his throat as he considers what she says about Vircastoria. So it fell, did it? Genrit internally muses about just how much of the world fell into chaos when magic faded. It must have truly been a dramatic change. If it was enough to get dragons to cooperate in such away, he can't imagine just how hard it hit the lesser races, let alone those that resided in such a magic reliant city.

[color=6ecff6]"A shame. You were so proud once. But now..."[/color] His head turns to the mutilated corpse behind him and a small smirk graces his lips before he looks back at her. [color=6ecff6]"Now you're just like the rest of the animals in this forest."[/color] He chuckles and taps a talon against a stone next to him a few times, carving a few lines down it as he continues. [color=6ecff6]"Though at least you kept some scraps of your dignity. I can't say the same for the other dragons of Pyresia. Cowards."[/color] He stops tapping the rock and slinks forwards, lowering his body and moving a few long steps closer. His head hovers just off the ground a few meters away from her. [color=6ecff6]"You still ride horses. You have creatures that serve you. I assume you still have cattle, too. Being nomadic you rely on your skill and your wits. Like a true dragon. Not like those that chose to beg for help from what we once saw as nothing more than dirt."[/color] His lips curl into a grin, smoke puffing out from the corners of his mouth as his rows of teeth are shown. [color=6ecff6]"I can respect that."[/color]