The Heartwood Will you tear my skin?

Dreven chuckles darkly. Never.

He raises his head to meet the leaders eyes. Did you miss me?

Though he doesn't ask anymore than that and goes back to drying out his coat. He isn't expecting an answer, didn't even really fully mean what he said. A flippant use of words to color the silence that closes in around them.

Dreven moved forward still. Eyes tracing the area and the bioluminescent lights. He sniffs at the side of the wall, glancing at the miniscule traces of water. Dreven moves closer to Malacath and studies him.

Well let's find out.