Greatwater Lake The broken and the lonely ones

His interest had admittedly, begun to dwindle. Vaati was not an inviting presence that beckoned others to join their matriarchal cause and therefore, his skills as a recruiter were none and void. In contrast, his days were spent searching over every rock and crevice for that spineless cretin his sister had set him hunting for, as well as keeping an eye out for the corpse (or lack of) of the shrieking one, as Hydra had requested of him. Those were what his interests were tethered to, lacking in the department of Damien's visions of a Melonii-run establishment. However, Vaati acknowledged that he had made a vow -- he would see the rise of his bloodline to watch the fall of others in this lifetime or the next. A personal promise that served as a moral guide for what he did and where he roamed, something he could not easily give up to pursue other pursuits. And so, therefore, he made his way towards the scent of what was left of his family, silent as the questioning verbiage surrounding his sudden disappearance pierced the air in the distance. He was silent too as he parted the shadows to make his appearance, finding nothing of value to say to explain his momentary absence. Instead, intrigued ears swivelled atop his head before dropping his hind to perch lazily before his comrades, optics observing with mild interest what the meeting had to offer besides the topic of his own lack of presence.