The Heartwood I'm at One With The Silence

Dreven was a thinker. He hardly ever acted on his musings, but he was one who thought. Different than most of the other slaves in the pits, and definitely different than his siblings and his mother. More like his father than anything. Even if his father was a twisted individual by the end.

Dreven nodded and listened. He had made his bread and butter on watching and learning. This would not be a hardship.

The element of surprise is always a good one.

He nodded his head. Very well. He will die.

Dreven wasn't to concerned if he would die or not. If he died in the pursuit of something his new leader wanted. Then it was a life well led.