Crucible followed the draconian for a time, carefully remaining as silent and concealed as a dragon could. Taking his time to consider his next course of action. If Kang had lost his memories, as many others caught by the deaging magic had it seemed Crucible could not let the draconian wander without some form of shelter or oversight, who knows what sort of trouble a young draconian could get into. The brass's certainly got into enough trouble when no one was looking after all.

After a time, he'd decided his course of action, moving a few buildings ahead, one which had a sizable alley way. The street below seeming quite clear of other people with a quick glance over the edge of the building he'd perched on. With a careful leap, Crucible dropped the two stories down to the empty alleyway, muffling his fall as best he could before finally stepping out into the street before the young draconian, close enough that the other would have difficulty in getting away.

"Greetings young one. You are known as Kang, correct?" His greeting held no hint of malice or threat, only a measure of concern, his gaze searching for any hint that the draconian before him remembered anything.