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A smug smile creeps up Damien's lips as he looks up and down at Vela. She didn't seem like a weak one at all, he would give her that, but talk is cheap and appearances are just about that much. She didn't want his help? She wouldn't get his help, but from now on this Drogon was a person of interest for Damien. Moonspear, although it had always remained on a grey area for Damien, had dangerously entangled itself with Blackfeather Woods by Charon's closeness to Potema, and it was always good to have some form of leverage whether it was for good or nefarious intentions.

Very well, tough lass. I will leave you to it, then, he says with a hint of arrogance in his voice and those were the last words Vela heard of him, for the Dark prince carried his heavy frame away and into the darkness to find his way back home. He had clearly wasted his time with this one, after all, and there were pressing matters that desperately required his attention elsewhere.