The Heartwood I'm at One With The Silence

Dreven doesn't get ruffled easily. His very existence had anchored on it and he had learned. Hold your tongue and good things happen. Hold your tongue and no pit. No pain when he had been younger.

Dreven smiles ever so slightly. No smirk this time, simply half a smile and then it just as quickly disappears.

Do we need to infiltrate or simply attack and grab? he was curious how Malacath wanted to do this there were many ways. He returned his head to the ground, but his ears were peaked and his eyes on Malacath.

what's to the east?