As the other demon laid his weapon aside, Krasus soon did too. Krasus couldn't stand a chance and couldn't even hope of defeating the demon because he was full. He would have to throw up what he ate if he were to regain his agility but Krasus hasn't eaten anything in days and the he needed the meal desperately. The best he could do was shapeshift as an tiny grub and try to escape but that would be have a feeble and laughable attempt. Krasus had no choice but to lay down his blade. He was thankful that the other demon wasn't at least going to fight him. Krasus could fight off lesser demon but this one seemed more powerful than he could ever hope to be. Something about him echoed power and respect as if he was chosen for a higher cause. No doubt that he would be very skilled in battle and Krasus was never one to fight fair. He was still weary of the stranger however and kept a close eye on him.

The demon then asked him where his logging was. 
"Krasus has no home in this muck lands. Krasus has just arrived and has no where to stay. Krasus just wanders the land, looking for what opportunities Krasus finds his way. Besides, Krasus could always run and hide if danger comes knocking." 
The demon took the form of the stag he just ate, circling around the other demon before taking the shape of a crow and flying above him.
"Krasus knows many forms and Krasus can be very smart." 
Then Krasus landed on the ground and turned back into his child form. 
"Krasus has no need to worry. How about big demon, where is big demon's lair?" Krasus asked.