[ Cree considers Victarion as he surveys his surroundings, gaze trained his every move. His position shifts to one more braced to stand should the need arise, his eyes filled with discernment. ]

You speak as though you are a predator, but if my memory serves correctly... You are but a snake that has fled his hole to chase others into theirs. What makes you so different than those who have poisoned your kin, when you were in a cell they may occupy now?