Deepwood Weald You never knew? Good.

Proudly he stood next to his queek as if saying 'I told you we would make it' to his mysterious friend. The last time they had spoken Damien had been but a homeless renegade, and now he was a king in full right.

You found us, he said with a hint of disbelief. Given how unlikely it seemed he would ever find Slade Damien had guessed the nameless assassin to be terrible at his practice. It seemed more likely that he had simply stumbled across their borders by mistake.

I would introduce you... he said taking a short, yet proud glance at Nyx and then returning to the sky-eyed shadow, ...but I still don't know your name.