Rathiks lets the barb of his question sink in. When Kraxian answers, the Devil seems highly satisfied by his response. "Drassk tells me that you foresee the doom of our species at the hands of Oryx," he notes, "and that you fled from you fellow Eliksni to avoid sharing our fate as a race. I have little use for someone who abandons his people to die." Rathiks' eyes blaze within their helmet. "Convince me why I should not have your lesser arms cut from your body and then ransom you back to your House? Or, perhaps, to Variks and his Awoken pets?"