Neverwinter Forest Don't know what's inside of me

Damien could read the relief in Midar as he explained further about their cult. It was indeed satisfying to know that one belonged, and Midar certainly belonged with Damien and the rest of the Melonii. It was the way Mephala had wanted it, and so she had pulled her strings to drive Midar to him, for which the dark king was grateful.

But Midar still had many questions and the next that came was thankfully one that Damien also knew how to respond. He turned to expose his own marking, the only difference in his being that it was carved right on his skin rather than dyed on his pelage. My mother marked me and my siblings when we came of age. But we wouldn't have gotten it if we hadn't been so devoted to the Brotherhood, he told his cousin, trying to imply that Midar must have been a loyal and devoted Dark Brother himself to earn the mark. Once more they proved each other how similar they were despite having grown up so far away from the other. Still, Damien wanted to know: What do you remember about the brotherhood? he asked, and a glint of curiosity sparkled in his stark eyes.