Blacktail Deer Plateau i keep these coffins in my mind

In these passing days, the deathbringer has hovered closer to the inner territory. It is unlike him, but will continue to go unquestioned. 

While the day begins to thin away, Sanguinex is led past the den that the dreadfather calls his own. Curious, the pale man pauses by the entryway. Though not in any creepy manner, he observes for a moment in silence.

But when long enough has passed, he allows his voice to be carried within. Something troubles you. It is not so much question, for the actuality of the statement is not hard to assume.

He waits to see if he will be answered, and if whether his assumptions are correct.