Broken Antler Fen Bad habits

Good. Head tilting to watch her from under his brow as he tucked his chin onto his chest, still that smile ever so present on his sickening mug. He studied her, carefully. She was large for a female, which in itself was impressive. Serem, he began, letting her name linger for a moment as his baritones bombarded the air in the one word he muttered. Pledge your loyalty as a Nightwalker, and walk among us not as a slave to the ranks, but as an employee to the Warlord.