Dragoncrest Cliffs 'cause london is drowing and i live by the river

The silence between them continues even as he stands and waits. If it is direction he seeks, guidance, teachings, perhaps there is some use to the youth here. She narrows her gaze and lifts her lips for him to stay down. The opportunity to take in Drageda, to take in their ways properly has come few and far between. Elohim and Anatha still have their mother, something to clutch onto, and this boy has his past but there is none to follow. The past is what she can work in for him to forget.

“You will earn your place here, just like the rest, but you will serve me,” she tells him with a lift of her lips of warning. His submission is now hers to take and he will scrap the bottom of Drageda until she polishes him clean for her use. “What is your name?”