The Heartwood If the Fires don't burn it down

Even Dreven was unsure if they should even keep such a moniker as the Forsaken. It fit them, yes at least he and Khasni and Alduin, but perhaps not Heph, not Atka. He wasn't even sure if they could rebuild. he had no idea where to even start. There were many things to consider. And they had no time.

Dreven looked down at her and spoke softly. Atka I don't like being underground. That was my punishment when i was a boy. The pits. There was many bad things in there. I do not fear anything but that.

He was showing her a rare glimpse into his head, vulnerable and slightly soft. More so than he had ever been. But she deserved to know. That he would be worthless underground.

Let me ask you snow. Like I did before. What do you want?