“I suppose Common is beyond your grasp...” Drajhan muttered. Something about the cat’s glare put the nobleman on edge, and a comment from one of his companions did little to aid his nerves. “My dear Angela, this is no time for jokes,” Draj responded to that ridiculous comment about his betrothed. “I know of no Gillian Houses, and I would assume my betrothed is draconic like myself.” His attention turned immediately to the other stranger among them. 

“The Gate? Ah, that thing. Yes, we had no intentions of destroying that Portal thing. In fact, my intention was to help protect it from those fiends.” The final word was nearly spat from his jowls. Drajhan focused all of his attention back to the great cat. “I can only assume you are able to understand us. If so, I express my deepest sympathy and apologies for the loss of your... ‘Gate,’ was it? Your Gate.” The dragonborn lowered his head in a respectful bow. At the deepest point of his bow, he whispered a quiet prayer: “Please don’t eat us.”