"Interesting," Shadow Lord said. "You know of this?"
He gestured at the image on the stone behind him, but Severin didn't look at it. His expression was a little stiff, and he forced himself to relax.
Until he knew what was going on with his own body, he wasn't going to rush at anything. He shrugged and bowed slightly. "Shadow Lord."
The Shadow Lord smiled. His teeth were the color of rust, and they were sharpened. "You are brave to come here yourself and very stupid. You will become my food."
The thing about those who are strong is that they don't need to dance around words. Unlike people who are equal or close to it, only they could weave words together and then try to get an advantage with schemes.
But what did the strong need such things for?
Severin stared at the Shadow Lord, a confused expression on his face. "Why? I am just newly arrived here. Why would you want to eat me?"
