Kang eyed Tony for a moment before turning his head to look out at the water. "My story starts with with the beginning of my race. Draconians were created from stolen dragon eggs warped with magic roughly forty-five years ago, meant to be shock troops in the Dark Queen's attempt to take over Krynn. We were raised to hate Solamnics and elves, and taught that showing any mercy was a weakness; they even forced us to kill our own brothers by not giving us enough food as hatchlings. We had to fight for it."

Those weren't pleasant memories. He didn't like going back to them.

"We knew about it, knew the nature of the goddess who'd ordered us to be created, and we chose to follow her still. I have no intention of lying to anyone on this ship; we murdered, stole, and worse. The other soldiers in the dragonarmies did the same, mostly human, and pretty much treated us like shit. Even if we were of an equal or higher rank than a human, we weren't treated with any respect, and more often than not, we were thrown into infantry or latrine duty," the bozak snorted. "In the end, she lost her war. All the officers and Highlords were more interested in fighting each other for power. I honestly can't say I'm upset about that. Doesn't mean I regret anything I ever did, though. Most of us don't."