Turning around to meet Ivan's crimson eyes that flashed with intent, Draven remained unaffected as he approached the spiraling stairs where he stood. His amused gaze lowered to Ivan's fist that had balled at his side, he was clearly controlling himself not to snap and send a powerful punch to his face, but Draven knew more than anyone that Ivan could not do it, not unless he wanted to face the consequences of provoking the Four Lords, infact, it wouldn't matter anymore as they were already provoked by his recent actions and attitudes…. Most especially when it came to that woman.
"Where is the orb?" Draven's calm voice resonated within the hall, and the corner of his lips lifted as he asked. "Where is the young woman? She has to return with me to Vesunard. For a human possessing the powers that match the tales of an old legendary Orb, it is not safe to keep her within the surroundings of your beloved humans. Do you understand?"
