Draku would have long discarded the unconscious body, sliding the man across the floor towards the area Alistar wanted them, and approached the sword on display, "How did you get this?" He'd growl, turning to look for Alistar, "Better question. Who are you?" He turned to face the weapon once more, placing his hand upon the glass. He couldn't even begin to remember when he last saw this blade. His blade. 

The Dragon Fang.