[Salone]

Lev sat next to the doddering old man, staring at the far wall as if it were to be his next meal. He turned his head suddenly, back towards the burial site. Something familiar was there. Something...he knew.

"The whore spawn. She follows us. Like a hyena follows a lion, scavenging off our work. The one who cast me off."

He growled, anger slowly building up inside him. It had nothing to do with anyone finding him 'useless'. It was not about pride, nor his dignity. But now that she had cut ties with him, she was in much danger as the Saints were.

"Old Man. You have knowledge I cannot gain from simply devouring you. I have many questions and we have a long journey."

He turned to him as he spoke, eyes alight with the lust for knowledge. So long as it was that instead of hunger, the group had nothing to fear...for now.