The Heartwood I'm at One With The Silence

Malacath is not crazy and Dreven is anything but subtle. He enjoys pleasure, he was born for it, taught it, it is ingrained in his very soul.

The question becomes is it warranted, wanted, and returned. But those are questions it's too hot to dwell on. So he would listen to the task at hand.

Dreven is extremely confident in everything that is him. Almost arrogantly so. Rather than allow his slavery to break him. He used it to his advatage. He adapted. Learned. Now, he was dangerous.

A rock, Dreven.

Surprise overtook him and he blinked quietly for a minute. It has to be an important rock, but why. Realizing he probably won't get answers he doesn't even ask. Instead focuses on the conversation.

Dreven blinked. Then i guess he dies. Hm.

That was the logical reason. It wouldn't be easy, but this rock was something his leader wanted so he would find a way to get the rock.

Dreven sits up next a glint in his eye. I have never kidnapped an adult wolf before. There are posions that put them to sleep. Mmhmm.