Jacque grunted softly as his prediction hit the mark. Although he didn't show it, he felt a bit of pity for Priscilla, as he tale was one that many an adventurer shared. "[b]Your mission is admirable Slayer, but you should take care not to let your goal blind you when the time comes to do what you have to do. You sound as though you have the will to take your revenge, however that's not enough. Drakes are fiercely intelligent, not to mention manipulative, when you go up against this creature it will first try to wither you down mentally to soften you for the physical blow. You'll have to be clear headed if you want to survive.[/b]" Jacque said as he lightly tugged a braid again. Although he wasn't sure if the woman in front of him would realize it, he'd intentionally used the word 'survive' rather than 'win'. In battle there were far too many variables for a fight to have a clear outcome, and though he didn't speak of it, Jacque knew all too well that like many who had come before her, there was always the possibility that Priscilla would be the one that was slain in battle.