Draeven frowned. After everything he had just heard, going in alone was nothing short of suicide. If it were just him, he might have still considered it. But he wasn't alone. Tzarek and Vek'tal were here with him. He might joke about the risks of dying, but that didn't mean he wanted them to die. He inhaled sharply, steeling himself. "Alright. I'll do the first task." His gaze locked onto Slark's. "Will you send someone to take the magus from us?"
Slark chuckled, "Oh, you don't need to worry about that." His grin widened, revealing jagged teeth. "One of us will be watching—hidden in your shadow, seeing everything you do. Kekeke."
