Round Two. BRUTALITY!

Alaric's black maw twisted into a small smile. "Alaric." He returned the gesture of trading names. When she confirmed she wasn't injured, he nodded. To her next statement, he simply shrugged. "The big always take advantage of the small. The strong always beat the weak. This is...our unfortunate truth." He rumbled plainly. He was blunt and apathetic to this truth. As he had lived it. He was once weak. He was once small. Now, he was strong and big. He wouldn't let the world be cruel on his watch to himself. Potentially others too, should he feel the urge arise. He turned to leave, turning in his path to look at her. "It was nice meeting you. Til next time, Siduri." He didn't want to drag this on. He didn't feel the need to. The lion was gone and he had no attachment to her to stay. He did his good deed for the day. He wanted a nap.