The Sentinels don't take that sinner from me

no worries

Dreven was slipping into a blissful unawareness when something caused him to jolt awake and snarl.

He blinked his blood filled eye and turned. His vision blurry. He took a deep breath on an inhale. At first he only smelled his own sickness. Bile and rotten.

A tilt of an ear. It hurts gods it hurt to talk. But he tried. Hey.

He couldn't say mire. Closed his eyes on the wave of pain in his head. At the pulling sickening feeling of rotten flesh overfilled with infection.