Nockt slowly raised his head.
Before him was an all too familiar figure wearing a toothy grin.
Dravok, the Saint of a Thousand Chains.
"Hey there, Nockt."
Dravok leaned down, his smile vanishing into a contemplative look,
"Hm. Your expression just now wasn't very good. What seems to be the problem?"
Nockt's expression instantly turned annoyed,
"What, have you just come here to mock me?"
Dravok blinked,
"Mock you? Why on Urbus would I do that?"
Nockt opened his mouth to say something, but stopped and eventually let out a sigh.
"No, it's nothing. Nevermind."
He rised a brow,
"So? Why are you here?"
Dravok clicked his tongue and plopped down right in front of him,
"How could you be this cold to an old friend?"
Nockt pursed his lips.
It was true that he and Nockt were rather old friends, going way back before the start of all this madness.
