Haunted Wood Hello, inferior evil beings

@Hela

He waited a while before approaching the new warlord (oh, how unnatural that felt to even think). This allowed her time to be looked at by Serem and, more prominently, time for him to devise a plan. Not a plan to overthrow her, but one to decide where he'd go with his life. There was nothing chaining him to this place now, and Black Hat felt ready to move on to greener pastures.

With the state she was in just the other day, he presumed she'd be resting at the densite. He trailed her scent, which led up to what was once Vengeance's rancid home. The odor had since faded somewhat, but not enough to keep him from suppressing a gag. Black Hat wouldn't dare touch the place if he were in Hela's shoes. He sat at the entrance as he once did in an unpleasant confrontation with the previous warlord, praying this one would end on a higher note.

Hela, He uttered, voice even but not too forward. A word, if you would. There was nothing foreboding in his tone, only a cool collectedness like that she always wore.