Kieran smirked before he got serious again. "It's called, [Burnham]. It means the king of scouts. It grants me a lot of skills of scouts...assassins."
Belialthorn smiled. This was what he was looking for. "Good. I have a task for you."
Kieran narrowed his eyes. He knew Belialthorn enough to know it was going to be something he didn't like. Something dangerous but what else could he do but agree?
Right here in the wilderness and even with the crypt's threat hanging above them, Belialthorn was the power. He sighed. "What is it you want of me?"
When Belialthorn told him, Kieran knew he shouldn't have agreed but it also made him excited. It was like when he was a kid and he would prob bees' nest with a broom to provoke them into attacking him.
He stood and started to go but then he stopped as curiosity turned his head back. "Why don't you ask me about the limitation of my skills?"
