The Heartwood and i pray to god you dont come back here anymore

Even when the jig was up, the woman turned and snapped at Merrik, addressing Vengeance as well in the distance - he marched on at a steady pace, slowly closing the distance between himself and the other two just enough so he could hear the conversation, but far enough as to not physically be in the same circle as them. With knowledge came power - and if Vengeance liked anything at all, it was power. 

So he let Merrik take the wheel as he already did. Speaking of a big dark man with a scar on his throat. It sounded an awful lot like Vercingetorix, but he couldn't be certain until the name would be muttered by either of them. If it were him, the Warlord was interested in knowing how they knew of him (unaware of just how popular the fucking guy was). 

For now he remained silent, listening.