Phantom Hollow They’re trying to find it in someone

Dreven knew very well he was playing with fire. Once upon a time he wouldn't have been so bold to another, but he had no master now. He was a free man. And free men, men with nothing to lose. Well, the tended to do things differently than most. And if nothing else. Dreven was a man with nothing to lose but his life. And well it wasn't worth much, he had learned that.

This man continued to stare, which under his gaze Dreven's eyes lowered half-lidded, but he kept the smirk ever present. A dry chuckle left his throat.

Good Company then.

Dreven moved closer still. Taking a deep inhale, taking in the other's scent and visage, closer now. Red eyes like his. Blank face. Devoid of emotion. What things this man must have seen. Much like Dreven himself.

Dreven lifted his head, with arched brow. I have gone by many things, and have three. But my first is Dreven. He would not share the rest of his name with this one yet. Only the one thing his mother had seen fit to give him that was his alone. He had been the only slave with a name.