There were more that inhabited this land; more than the two he knew of: he and the dreadfather. Sanguinex was curious beyond compare. It had been told that this was a religious place, but also one open to those non-religious. He wondered who else had been granted a step on the ladder. More-so, he wondered who all he would need tolerate whilst here. The deathbringer was an easy target to drive to impatience. One snap of a brittle twig and someone could wind up lain out like a wilting carcass. Of course, the muddied man would do his best not to maim any of his new liege's wards; however, how could he dare make such a promise without first being aware of whether he could keep it?

The goal, for now, would be to keep his instance. When they were ready to know of his presence, they would find him. Only then would he take time to gauge the mannerism and habits of each. Until then, he would appear to be but a solo roamer.

Speaking of which ...

Someone approached. He needed no confirmation of who the man was. His confident presence alone was enough to indicate that he was one of the dreadfather's recruits.

Though against his better judgement, the man chose to follow the other on the trail he led. They knew nothing of each other, so why not change that?

Deathbringer. He offered plainly. Ingram had chosen his preferred name, so such was the name he would passed to others that inquired. Now, this one hadn't yet asked, but it was time he knew. Sanguinex was a contender here in any rank he held. Those present would learn not to cross him, or they would soon find the true meaning behind his given name.