Big Salmon Lake Youngblood

Disbelief soaked through the daughter of Moonspear once more and by now Damien was quite accustomed. But regardless of how uninterested Vela seemed to want to portray herself Damien couldn't shake the feeling that he was getting somewhere with her. Perhaps one day she could realize that his way of life wasn't as bad as it sounded and that the gore and violence that it could drag around were actually quite enjoyable.

Damien was unfazed after learning that Drogon had disappeared once more. It was only logical that if he had left once he would find it hard to stay again. But since Vela didn't give any more relevance than necessary to the topic Damien let it go without commenting.

My name? he frowned, I'm afraid I'd have to kill you if you ever discovered my name, he joked, making no particular effort to actually make her believe his words. But don't let that discourage you, we can still be friends, he smiled, though the glint in his eyes wasn't exactly a friendly one. Why don't you tell me what my name is?