"If only," Krakas snorted. "I wish he did. At least then he'd have a father." She didn't know why she was giving away all this information to this total stranger. Maybe it was the confined quarters, or the fact that her son didn't trust her, but right now she craved nothing more than a bit of attention and an open ear. "Listen, if there is any part of him that is still Rughoi, then what he may need is a little prodding. Appeal to his sense of self. If that doesn't work, then try poking his ego by suggesting he isn't capable of doing the things you ask for. This I know made him pick bushels more than he normally would in his youth." Krakas hoped that this would be enough to convince Rughoi of a compromise.