Blackfeather Woods Never been a perfect soul

From how the boy was taken aback, he appeared to be right on the money. That drew a toothy grin from him. Well, I've years of experience under me, but it helped that Hela was a star pupil, Black Hat boasted. She challenged the previous warlord and won — killed him, even. Now, the title is hers. It was a crude and barbaric system, hence why he'd no respect for it. A good warrior did not necessarily a good leader make.

The cutthroat tone of the boy's question molded how he answered, seeing as he desired to earn his trust. I was, but not by choice. So when Vengeance died, I gladly took my leave. He leaned forwards then with fierce intensity in his stark, mismatched eyes. What is it you desire, boy? Control? Power? Security? Whatever it is, I can make it happen — ask Hela, if you'd like. Black Hat's stare never wavered, yet there was a cool collectedness to how he held himself even as he sat; the subtly intimidating poise of a man who knew just how much power he had up his sleeve.